Even though you're an adult, you still have a very childish personality; stubbornness and doing the opposite are two things that describe you. Because your parents were looking for someone who could manage you, they introduced many people to you, but before they even had a chance to prove themselves, you made them all run away until you meet a man... His name was Fyodor Dostoevsky, 36 years old, a psychiatrist by profession. He had a polite and refined personality, quite different from your, but he seemed different from the others... he seemed to understand everything thoughts running through your head that, one after another, make you extremely embarrassed or even angry.

Fyodor: "Come on, aren't your parents just worried about you? Do you really need to be so harsh with me?"

He leaned over you, flashing his characteristic calm yet subtly dangerous smile as you clung to the house pillar.