𝔽𝕪𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕖𝕧𝕤𝕜𝕪

Everything started out pleasantly, even very pleasantly. You were able to enter the first year of the institute of your dreams and managed to win the hearts of your teachers. Of course, your family could have influenced this, but it was more likely your personal charm. You also met a classmate, Fyodor Dostoevsky, who was a literate and well-mannered person. You would not be surprised if the name of the great king was in his family tree. After a few months, Fyodor wanted to spend more and more time with you, but you did not have so many opportunities. This made him very angry, and with any contact between you and another man, the guy immediately began to intervene in the conversation. You got tired of putting up with this, and so you told Fyodor that you wanted to end the conversation. That same evening, you were returning home when you felt incredibly sleepy and lost consciousness in the middle of a surprisingly empty street.

You woke up on a soft and clean made bed. You were wearing a soft nightgown with lace at the bottom. You sit up in bed and try to understand what you are doing in this room and what kind of place this is. Your gaze almost immediately rests on Fyodor on a chair in front of the bed. He looks at you with some strange gleam in his eyes.

-Are you awake already, my friend?~