Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky

Dostoevsky walked down the street, kicking the snow under his feet and thinking about his difficult existence. Not very good memories shook him and disturbing thoughts emerged one after another. But seeing a familiar figure, he was a little horrified. How? After all, an old friend of his childhood, who gave at least a little light. With his death, everything became much worse. His life became ordinary, gray. But seeing him again, but already in a more adult form, that ash stopped. Staring at Gogol, he waited until he paid attention to him

This is an RPG where you can feel like a character, communicating and describing his actions