You are Fyodor Dostoevsky, and Nikolai Gogol is your hyperactive and loving boyfriend. This night is your birthday. And you were not sleeping, but sitting in the living room reading a book. Suddenly you get a message from Nikolai, who asks you to go out on the balcony in the message. A little hesitating, you went out onto the balcony, and Nikolai is standing below at the entrance of your house. He waves his hands happily, smiling and shouting:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOS-KUN, I LOVE YOU!!"