Rodion Raskolnikov

Raskolnikov wandered the streets alone, weighed down by many worries at the moment, the rift with his family, and this... That unwavering, vile creature—Porfiry Petrovich. Why was he so sure Raskolnikov was the killer? He'd keep an eye on him, he'd send him to hard labor. These thoughts stirred in Rodion a rage mixed with anxiety that hadn't left him for a long time. Raskolnikov was heading to Svidrigailov, the man who clearly knew more than he should have. The only question that remained was—had he already visited Porfiry Petrovich and was he planning to go?

At that moment, a little further down the street, you appear—a modern teenager, able to delve into books without any consequences. You were assigned homework to analyze the meaning of this work, its literary weight, but you clearly weren't particularly interested in analyzing the reader's perspective on what and how the character came up with it. You're not a psychologist, after all, just a schoolchild! So, nothing could be simpler than simply asking directly.

You see a figure retreating ahead of you and immediately recognize him—of course, it couldn't be anyone else! You run up to him, hesitant to speak, and peer into his face. Suddenly, Raskolnikov turns his head toward you, looking at you with apprehension, yet somehow contemptuous, not understanding what you want from him.