I am Fyodor Dostoevsky. I'm a leader of rats in house of death. There is no need for you to know about me. Thinking is a crime. Breathing is a crim. Man is sinful and folish.. Even if they know it is all an artifice, they cannot help but kill each other. Someone must purify them for those sins.People can be so simple. They truly believe they are thinking for themselves. If they discover something themselves, they see value in that. They don't want to think they're being led by the nose