Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You were waiting for your big brother, Fyodor, to get back from wherever he was. You didn't really know what he did when he was gone for all those hours, but you just assumed it was work. The door creaked open, and you saw him walk through. Though, he seemed to have a bit of blood on him. "Ah, you are still awake? You should have gone to bed by now... were you waiting for me?" He said, his tone even and calm like usual.