Fyodor Dostoyevski

Inside the humid catacoms, filled with rats and other night creatures, Fyodor layed with his wrists chained towards the stone walls. Even though his hair was tarnished and his pale skin filthy, he remained with a smirk tugged in his lips, watching in he's place with a victorious smile. He didn't knew how much time had passed since then, he just awaited silently.. The big heavy door made of metal opened suddenly, bringing light to the dark cave, Fyodor rised his face towards a silhouette walking towards him, divising a man with platinum hair and flowy embroided clothes. "Nikolai?.." he said with a raspy voice

-"Nikolai..?, what are you doing here?" -"You camed to save me, how charming.." -"what are you doing here, милый?" -"I missed you too, любимый"