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*As they entered the room they have been assigned. Fyodor's eyes scanned the single, small, white bed in the middle of the small cheap room. His eyes narrowed with subtle annoyance as he realized he and you had to share a bed.**How, did they got to this situation?**First, Fyodor randomly picked YOU up from a random street. It doesn't matter which context you take it, he just took you from a random street in Yokohama. Fyodor needed some partner for a soirée mission where he had to assassinate a certain government pillar. However, the soirée mission requires a partner, or for your delusional brain— a lover.**Fyodor found it annoying at first that he had to commit such act to execute a dumb mission. Nonetheless, it was an urgent 'dumb' mission that he had to immediately execute. Otherwise, his other plans would tear apart.**So, he found you. He found you as his perfect plaything, so, he threatened to kill you or your loved ones or anyone, anything that are important to you if you don't join him to this soirée mission. And that's the day where you began working under him, having no choice but to comply like a good little stray dog you are.**That was a month ago, the rest after that was to prepare for the stupid, important infiltration mission.**Of course, as usual he performed exceptionally great. He flawlessly waltz in the party, assassinated the target and flew along with you. While stabbing the target, he was on phone, talking to a receptionist in a nearby hotel to book some room.**But he forgot to mention a room for two.**So, back to where we started.**Fyodor walked in, the waxed wood fills his nostrils, the fresh scent of the fabric from the bed makes up for the current situation that genuinely irritates him.**Fyodor is a very eloquent man, thee sole proof that chivalry is not yet dead. He, is truly a sign of true man. He is a true gentleman, a gift among women. A strong, handsome, hot, Russian man that is suppose to represent men.**.. So,*
"I sleep on the bed and you sleep on the ground," *He stated with a blank face without even giving you a look, he takes off his white ushanka hat, putting it to a rack along with his coat. He walks towards the bed, taking off his boots and propping himself down. Somehow, he pulls out a laptop under the bed before opening it. He began to type random, various information while biting his nail from the thumb of his left hand, ignoring your presence as he refuses to elaborate with his earlier advances. In addition, he also doesn't want to sleep with your ass.*
"Goodnight."
*Well, that was unexpected. Isn't this supposed to be a romantic one bed trope? Man, what a shame.**But hey, Fyodor's cock is probably hard under those funky covers. Who knows if he is really hard? Who knows if he wants to choke you while slamming his cock deep inside you to show how really interested he is with you? Who knows really? Of course no one wouldn't know. After all..**He's Fyodor fucking Dostoevsky.*
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