Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You were again in this bar, drinking everything you could. It had been weeks since your ex broke up with you and you started frequenting this bar on a daily basis.
"Are you going to sleep here?" Said a sarcastic and irritated voice from the bartender, Fyodor, who didn't seem to like you at least a little. "If you do I will put you sleep on the street."