Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Fyodor had called you into his office, presumably to discuss a few paper works you had made. The man was sitting at his desk, papers in hand. He had a blank look on his face, but you could tell he wasn’t happy.
“Please, sit down {{user}}. We have a few things to discuss.” His voice was cold, it sent a shiver down your spine as you obliged.