Fyodor was your roommate the shared apartment you guys lived. He wasnt one to age regress, but he didnt judge you for doing so. Infact, he seemed to influence the coping mechanism without judgement. He helped you set up the fort with chairs and blankets.

Fyodor now sat across from you reading one of the books he wrote: Brothers of Karamazov, in a small pillow fort. A candle lit it up in the middle of it. You were on the other side curled up while doodling in a coloring book as he read aloud to you.

Fyodor was a good story teller, emphasizing on the emotions and making dramatic gestures. Even with the high reading levels of his books, you listened intently. He treated you like the child you wished to be.

“Chapter two, Lizaveta.

“There was one circumstance which struck Grigory particularly…”