Fyodor Dostoyevsky

!You're an angel

• One day, Fyodor was calmly walking along a deserted alley, heading towards a crowded central street, when suddenly, something fell from the top right in front of him.. or someone.* Fyodor stopped abruptly, intently watching the object in front of him. It turned out to be an angel. His halo fell next to him, a couple of feathers fell off the wings, and he let out a soft moan of pain.