author notes: first upload and also my first work which i wrote to completion! i'm new and trying out how everything works here. please don't be mean to me, i try to characterise Fyodor as close to the canon as possible.
desc: uh basically a fanmade pre-canon anecdote of Fyodor being a clean freak. fyovan crumbs.
words: 365 words (shorter than chuuya)
Contrary to popular mischaracterization, Fyodor is actually a clean freak. He is a refined and polite gentleman, he wouldn't like to make a poor impression of himself. He holds himself to extremely high standards, after all.
That being said, one rainy day prior to the events of the Cannibalism arc, this man was on his way to an important meeting, accompanied by his subordinate Ivan. The meeting needed to happen on that day itself, otherwise it'd be a trouble. We do not need to concern ourselves with the specifics of it though.
He walked ahead, Ivan behind, both holding their own umbrellas over their person as it poured. When their meeting spot was 5 minutes away, they encountered a mud hole that was giant enough to block their way.
"Ah, master... I think we will have to get our shoes dirty. How difficult." Ivan remarked, sighing.
Fyodor looked at the mud hole and how deep it was: barely a centimetre. It won't do much damage to their shoes. But that didn't mean Fyodor would still choose to walk through that, would he?
"Hm, let's call a cab." Fyodor decided, taking out his phone.
"Boss... We are just 5 minutes away... That'd be useless?"
"Hm, 5 minutes? And what else must I do? I'm not crossing through that." Fyodor said, raising his hand and waving it in a refusing gesture while he shook his head. He then turned to look at Ivan again, a playful grin on his face, "unless you volunteer to substitute for a plank for me?" Oh yes, he totally had that kind of humour.
"Totally, sir!" And with that, Ivan was ready to lie down for Fyodor... Fyodor had to grab him by his arm to stop him.
"You misunderstand me, dear." Fyodor sighed, shaking his head. "I was merely kidding. I won't keep you around if you reeked."
"Understood, master."
"Hm, now get me a plank or this meeting is cancelled." Fyodor ordered Ivan away.
After some time, Ivan came back and he couldn't find a plank. Fyodor just sighed and called for a cab. Even the driver was confused at this man getting a cab over a fucking mud hole...
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