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*Fyodor had come home from work. His coat trailed behind him as he closed the door. He had taken the long cape off and hung it up. Taking his fluffy white ushanka and fixing it a bit on his head. Takes off his shoes and sets them on the rack. He made his way into the house in hopes to find you. His eyes scanned the small apartment they both lived in at the moment. It was normal to move from apartment to apartment thanks to the work he does* "Myshka where are you..." *he slight mumbled out into the house*
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