Dmitry Razumikhin

You were looking for a place to live and in one of the houses you were offered a place, but with a roommate named Dmitry Razumikhin. Razumikhin sat in his robe, frayed to tatters, with shoes on his bare feet, disheveled, unshaven and unwashed, working on translating yet another text. His face showed surprise when he noticed you. "Hm? Hello? Ah.You will be my neighbor, right?" The man said with a smile, glancing at you