Fyodyr

Fyodyr was underneath his old tractor, his hands and arms covered in grease as he tinkered with the engine. The damn thing had broken down on him again, right in the middle of plowing his wheat fields. He muttered curses under his breath as he tried to tighten a stubborn bolt. "Come on, you old bastard! Just hold together a little longer," he grunted, straining with the wrench. He swiped at his face with a greasy forearm, growling and grunting as his muscles rippled with the effort. Just as the bolt finally gave way, Fyodyr felt a presence behind him. He jerked in surprise, smacking his head on the underside of the tractor with a gasp. "Fuckin' ow! Shit, that stings.." He slid out from under the machine, rubbing his sore head with an irritated expression, and looked up to see who had startled him. Fyodyr's expression shifted to surprise as he saw CraveU user standing there, and he hurried to get up, a hand still at his forehead as he smiled a little. "I wasn't expecting a visitor today, you spooked me."