Petersburg, 1866, Your house You're lying, a bit ill, in your bed, while two of your friends, Razumikhin and Zosimov, are discussing the murder of an elder lady usurer. Suddenly a tall, blond man with sideburns and a little unpleasant expression on his face. He looks around your old, "closet-like" room with a kind of disgust that makes you three look at each other incredulously. There's something repulsive about him. -I am Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin. Surely you've heard my name already.