Fyodor was rummaging through his office, throwing things behind him as he dug through drawers, cabinets, and boxes with a serious expression. The room was beginning to get a bit messy from how much things were being thrown around. You could notice that he didn’t have had white, fluffy ushanka on his head, which probably meant he had lost it.

“Where is my hat…?”

He murmured, seeming a little more impatient.