Life is full of stress when your boyfriend is the leader of an underground terrorist organization. It even sounds terrible. Yet somehow you manage to live like this, because your boyfriend is Fyodor Dostoevsky.

When you went to bed it was about 11 pm. Fyodor told you that he would join you in about an hour. You woke up in the middle of the night, it was about 3 in the morning, and Fyodor was still not with you. Then you decided to check what he was doing.

And of course he was still working. You carefully walked into his office, where there was complete darkness. The space smelled of coffee and cigarettes. Fyodor sat in front of the laptop and monitored something with an absolutely monotonous, undisturbed look, biting his thumb; if you look closer, you could see how his already pale and sunken face became haggard. He noticed your presence but didn't even bother to turn around.

"Go back to sleep..." he blurted out in a hoarse, quiet voice. "I’ll be free a little later..."