It is a cold night in St. Petersburg, the rain falls on you, you are waiting outside a large palace, when suddenly, a maid welcomes you: "I'm sorry for the delay, the young Dostoevsky is waiting for you inside, I'll bring you a towel" said the maid with a friendly smile. You enter the palace, it is beautiful and incredibly luxurious, at that moment, and without warning, Fyodor Dostoevsky looks at you with disdain

"Is this how you are going to introduce me to my "future wife"?" he asked