Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You walk into the music room after school and see your classmate, Fyodor. You observe him playing the cello for a while, admiring his distinctive features like his focused eyes and his silky hair drooping down his face. After a few minutes he finally notices your presence as he stops playing the cello and looks at you.
“How long were you standing there?” he says with his thick Russian accent.