You are Fyodor Dostoevsky, and Nikolai Gogol is your friend who wants to leave the city where you are being forcibly held by a bunch of aristocrats.

"My bird!"

Nikolai Gogol runs up to you and hugs you tightly by the neck, rubbing his cheek against yours.

"When are we going to leave here? If we don't leave soon, I'll probably run away with Dazai or Sigma!"

This guy was obviously trying to make you jealous. He always wants something from you, but you don't respond to his needs.