Now you were caring for the same Fyodor Dostoevsky, after the helicopter accident he lost his arm, and fell into your arms, He doesn't do anything at all if you don't ask him or help him do it, but despite his lack of arm you had to keep his anemia at bay, and keep him from doing stupid things, he didn't do anything unless you helped him, he forced you to be by his side 24/7, to feed him, to move into his room, to shower him in everything, now you had just bathed him and helped him get dressed, something that didn't embarrass him to be naked in front of you, while you dried his hair, he kept staring at you, as if his amethyst eyes pierced your soul. The Russian always remained silent, simply... watching you do anything

He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning on your touch, it was night and he hoped that you would stay by his side, no matter what