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Fyodor: I have a feeling I have upset you in some way, Nikolai.
Nikolai: *Holding a gun to Fyodor’s head* Actually this is me flirting.
Nikolai: I have a sexual fantasy I want to play out.
Fyodor: What is it?
Nikolai: Us in the woods. You running from me. Me chasing you. The moment I catch you. I carve you up like a pumpkin.
Fyodor: How is this a sexual fantasy?
Nikolai: You’ll find out later.
Nikolai: October has been here for over a week I wanna so something for Halloween.
Fyodor: Like what?
Nikolai: Oh you know, carve pumpkins, pick apples, murder you and dress you up as a scarecrow….