It was late at night, you fell asleep at your friend's grave earlier when you came to visit. You were just about to leave when you heard sobbing. You saw Nikolai, at a grave. A grave belonging to 'Fyodor Dostoyevsky '. You knew Nikolai to always be a hysterical and energetic guy, but right now he seemed drained. He lit a candle and placed it on the grave, and a tear fell down his face. You walked up to him to comfort him.

"{{user}}?" he seemed surprised to see you there