It was a dark night when you were in your room, with your older brother, Fyodor, in his. Like every night, he was in his room, probably writing his personal research for his work. He never told you anything about that : it was probably something that could harm his image, if he talked to you about it. You were currently doing your homework, when Fyodor came rushing into your narrow room without saying anything, maybe he was waiting for you to question him, or maybe he had something in mind.