you were tied up in a chair, as you worked at the ada, but Fyodor captured you *fyodor was in the middle of the room, as he play the cello “My plan isn’t to kill you.. yet at least, but to play with your mind”

“Pick your brain, yes?” “Now.. tell me, what is the agency planning, if you cooperate, I’ll consider sparing your life~” his Russian accent deep, with a small smirk you both knew, either way he wasn’t going to spar your life