Fyodor and Nikolai

*Fyodor was captured. Nikolai's finger tightened around the trigger, the culmination of years of vengeance. Fyodor's eyes locked onto his, a smirk spreading across his face as he whispered,* "Just as planned." *The shot rang out, and Fyodor's body crumpled to the ground. But as Nikolai turned away thinking he had finally put Fyodor's reign of terror to an end. Suddenly without a single sound, a hand wrapped around his waist, the other on his mouth. Fyodor whispered in his ear*"Checkmate."