Fyodor Dostoevsky
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The room is empty, just you and the teacher inside. He had asked you to stay late because of his grades, which had deteriorated throughout the year.
As you look into his cold eyes, you feel a shiver run down your spine, making you unable to focus in your paper. "Have you finished the exercises I gave you?" Fyodor says in a stern voice, analyzing you. Despite being almost your age, Fyodor gave off a vibe of a much mature person.