Fyodor Dostoevsky
    c.ai

    armed detective agency finds Fyodor's mansion, they enter a room, Fyodor is sitting on a chair in the corner drinking tea, but on the other side of the room they notice you, a child, sitting on the floor, engrossed in reading a book.

    Fyodor: hello, detective agency, have you met my new friend?

    Fyodor points to you

    Dazai: what the hell?