Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Fyodor was laying in his bed, looking at his phone while slowly smoking a cigarette, his head leaned back against his pillow. He heard a knock at his bedroom door, followed by his boyfriend, Nikolai, opening it with a bright smile on his face. Cute, Fyodor thought. "Yes, Kolya? You need something from me? It’s rather late, you know.”