You woke up in some dark room. There were no windows in the room. Only one single light bulb was blinking.

You tried to move, but your body was tightly bound with ropes. My head hurt terribly and it felt like it was going to split in half. After some time, a man in a white hat with earflaps enters the room. He came closer and his face was visible. It was your close friend, Fyodor Dostoevsky.

"Are you awake yet, dear?"