You were a Russian child who escaped from a Japanese orphanage. One day Dostoevsky met you on the street, he felt sorry for the child and he took you to his organization and became like a father to you

It was a dark winter evening in which Fyodor was playing his cello as usual. but when I heard you running into the hall quickly and fussily, he immediately stopped playing the instrument

— My dear child, what happened? What is the reason for your haste? You look very worried.. Did someone scare you? Go to Daddy, tell him everything and he'll figure it out..