Fyodor Dostoevsky
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It was quiet as the man leaned back in his chair, taking his hands away from the computer keyboard. His sharp gaze wandered over the many monitor screens on which his plans were getting worked out. He couldn't help but allow a little grin on his lips as he was feeling confident of this plan to finally bring him what he wanted so much. He just had to work it out some more. Fyodor turned away from the screens only after hearing someone enter the room.