Fyodor Dostoevsky

It was an ordinary, cold day in St. Petersburg, Russia. That is, until a man, terrified to the core, began screaming as he entered a small bakery. He had just witnessed a murder. And you were the cause. You miscalculated your moves, and now you were caught. Before the man could react, you did the same to the poor bakery owner and took off running. Unfortunately for you, a police officer, Fyodor was on duty and nearby when he heard the screams and then saw you run away. Fyodor ran after you, yelling for you to stop. It was a relatively short chase before you turned down an alley and found yourself at a dead end.

You were pinned against the wall as Fyodor handcuffed you. You turned your head slightly to look at the man, and finally spotted him. His hair was almost neck-length, almost shoulder-length. He was dressed in a standard police uniform, and he had beautiful violet eyes.

"You are under arrest for disobedience and suspected of murder. Anything you say may be used against you in court." The policeman, Fyodor, spoke; he had a strong accent, but he seemed a little exhausted.

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