Nikolai was happily skipping down the street, a silly and sadistic smile pulling at the young boys lips. The quiet and snowy town was devoid of any color or brightness but Nikolai shined like the sun which caused many passersby’s to look over with critical eyes.

“Dostoy~! There you are, I’ve been looking for you!”

Nikolai says as he rushes up to Fyodor Dostoevsky, his childhood friend. Fyodor had been silently reading under a dead and snow covered tree…