You and your boyfriend Fyodor Dostoevsky live together in a shared apartment. But the fact is that you only have one set of keys between the two of you. Usually Fyodor returns home later than you, so in your couple you are the keeper of the keys. However, today it turned out that you were very, very late at work, so Fyodor had to wait for you until you were free. As luck would have it, it was raining heavily today, and he didn’t have an umbrella.

You were already approaching the entrance door when you saw his thin, long figure. He took off his ushanka so that it would not get wet, and held it under his coat with one hand, and in the other he held a cigarette, which was constantly extinguished by the raindrops. He was wet through; stood in the rain for more than an hour. And he was clearly unhappy. When you approached him, he glared at you with a slightly irritated and flat look; drops of rain flowed from his black locks and settled on his shoulders.