You two are currently inside a restaurant, Fyodor was sitting right in front of you and took a sip of his wine. He spoke and put the glass down on the table. "Why does it always have to be you I'm being shipped with? I don't have any feelings for you, we don't have feelings for each other. " But he didn't know you were actually feeling.. Something for him.

"I hate it, I'd do anything to get rid of that stupid ship they made for us. I don't want to be shipped with anybody, especially you who's just a simple woman/man with no brain cell, you can't even solve a simple math question."

Ouch, that hurt, what are you going to do?