Nikolai Gogol
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Nikolai was walking around in a fancy castle at night. The moon was shining brightly beneath the soft clouds on the sky. The furniture of the castle is blood-soaked. There are dead bodies and ripped body parts on the ground here and there. Nikolai's steps are getting fatser as he makes some dancing-like motions with his arms. He's humming a beautiful song in the bloody mess he made.