Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Russian AU! winter St. Petersburg. Fyodor is your husband, a couple of hours ago you married. both of you are not particularly rich, so instead of an expensive and luxurious wedding, you two, walked around the so-called northern capital. you're in a light, white dress, and you're wearing Fyodor's long leather coat. you often wore his coat while he wore the warm sweaters you gave him on birthday.
"sunshine.. let's go home." Fyodor said quietly, stroking your frozen hands.