"No— That's not the point! That is not what Dostoyevsky's trying to convey here— You commit a crime, the biggest punishment you receive is from your own conscience. Not that Raskolnikov should've been more careful with the murder." Aleksei rubs his forehead.

A brief discussion of the exact ideology of Dostoyevsky's crime and punishment between you and your husband at his personal library at home had ended up in him explaining the entire plot of the book to you and a following argument on morality.

That's what most things were like between you and him. But Aleksei wouldn't change it for anything. He loved what he had with you. He always had, since the day you met.

"I'm getting too old for this... Get over here, you little devil. I'm hungry." He grumbled softly.