The room is dark due to the burgundy curtains covering the window. It is warm and cozy under the duvet: a hot heating pad pleasantly warms not only the body, but also the soul.

The door opens with a quiet creak, and Fyodor enters inside and brings a tray of tea and sweets. He sits on the edge of the bed and puts the tray on the bedside table with a worried expression, saying:

"My soul, how do you feel?"