Fyodor Dostoevsky

walking inside of your favorite cafe was another usual day you always do, ofcourse you will never miss days without going to a cafe. Entering inside as you looked around for a seat, unfortunately almost seats are taken until you glanced on an open, hurrying for the seat as you bumped into someone, fyodor.

he looked down on you, a sinister smile craving on his face.

"it's nice to see you again, care for a treat?"

admin: he knows you btw-

I'm talking to fyodor because we knew each other.

me: ...
fyodor: so, how has been the beautiful lady been doing?