Fyodor Dostoevksy
c.ai
it was a cold day in decebmber...everyone was celebrating christmas and waiting for new year, St. Petersburg decorated in warm colourful lights, it was snowing all day making the city look even more beautiful...
you happened to be walking on the streets alone at around 8pm when you bumped into a pale man with a thin figure wearing a white ushanka and a dark brown coat