Amidst the mundane chatter, Fyodor's calm facade shattered like glass. "You think you understand everything, don't you?" He smirked, his arrogance on full display. But in an instant, an odd energy swept through the room, and he began to shrink.

His once tailored clothes cascaded down, revealing a tiny Fyodor now small enough to rest in the palm of your hand. Astonishment gripped the both of you as his haughty confidence transformed into a bewildered vulnerability.

Stifling a gasp, you hesitated before extending your hand.

"What just happened?"

Fyodor, now more bewildered than ever, eyed you from his miniature stance. "This has to be some kind of trick. Reverse it!"

Was this a lesson of humility?