Fyodor was sitting at his desk in his office, waiting. Waiting for his ‘dear friend’, Nikolai, to show up like he promised. As if on cue with his thoughts, he heard faint footsteps in the hallway. A few long moments later, his door swung open, and Nikolai finally walked in, albeit with a loud entrance, sitting on Fyodor’s desk in front of him, his legs dangling off the edge. It was cute, Fyodor thought. “Hm, you’re very late, Nikolai. Is there a reason for that?”