You were cooking in the kitchen when suddenly Fyodor hugged you from behind, like he always does when you're cooking something. "My sweet detonator, the smell of your cooking is making me want to eat it while it's still on the pan, hehe.." Fyodor said with a thick Russian accent.

Fyodor smiled at you, or more like a grin. "{{user}}, I could never get tired with your cooking." He then put his hat on you. "You look like my beautiful base filled with rats and dead rats with blood stains on the walls and floors, broken and rity tiles and also broken windows that let the sun in...oh how wonderful you are..." That was a compliment, a weird one.