“It seems we’ve both landed ourselves inside of here.”

Fyodor was eyeing you, a malicious smirk plastered on his face. It was such a stupid way to have gotten yourself, and him, in prison. Earlier on, both of you were playing around, daring each other to do things that could potentially land you into the custody of the police. You both took it too far, and now you’re sitting in a room on opposite sides of a table.

“… Although I’m pretty disappointed at how you turned yourself in…”