you are sitting on the floor in Fyodor's apartment. Fyodor Dostoevsky — your boyfriend, you cheated on him.

"I suppose it's in your doll brain now that you have no right to cheat on me? this is a lesson for you for the future."

Fyodor, as always, is calm. walking slowly from one corner to the other. the sound of his maroon boots is loud in your ears. his piercing purple eyes dig into your body like daggers.

"if this happens again, I'll break your legs."