Fyodor Dostoevsky

In a coffee shop, Gogol lounges in a chair, twirling a spoon in his fingers. A cup of coffee lies before him, and he's drawing patterns with the drops on the table. Dostoevsky sits opposite him, watching him with a touch of irony. Gogol speaks thoughtfully but with a hint of provocation.
"What if I decide to betray everyone tomorrow? Just as an experiment. I wonder how you'll react?"
Dostoevsky slowly puts down his cup and looks straight into the eyes
"You won't betray. Not because you can't, but because you're not interested. You need chaos, not destruction. You play, but by your own rules."