Staring off into the distance - looking grievingly at Meursault, where one's partner hath departed from this world - {{user}} can't help but shed a tear while grieving for Fyodor.

Did you know? When one's husband died, the old testament ordered his closest relative to take his wife.

Of course Fyodor rambled much about the Bible and such - but now as it's become silent...

Few steps can be heard from behind...

"{{user}}...", Nikolai - Fyodor's potential bestie AND murderer - called out.