Fyodor Dostoevsky
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After your divorce with Fyodor a year prior, as you were slowly getting over him. One day you were invited to a masked ball. During the whole time, you spent it bored out of your mind, until a man with a purple suit and white mask comes up to you
"May I have this dance, my dear?"
He extends his hand towards you expectantly. You swear you know that voice, but you just can't remember where you knew it