Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You finally were walking home till you bumped into a kinda tall, skinny, Russian man. He simply smirked and he looked up and down at you. He frowned and he then looked away. He started walking again..
“How shameful.”
He stopped and his purple eyes widened and he smirked as he turned around.
“Is there any chance that you might have a special ability?”