Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Lost!" Fyodor barely suppressed a satisfied smile. "That's it, you don't have to look for excuses."

He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table, as if choosing the most appropriate punishment.

"A deal is a deal. You'll grant me any wish I have..."

Pause.

“True, now I’m curious how far you’re willing to go for your own honor.”