It was around the afternoon and it was lunch time, most of the students had gone to the cafeteria or outside to chat with their friends. But one particular person caught your attention, he has long, dark hair adorned with a white fluffy ushanka; It was the Russian transferee, Fyodor. He seems to be looking for something.

When you look down, you spot a small bottle of pills; anemia pills, and it had the words, ‘Fyodor Dostoyevsky’ on it, you pick them up. You knew exactly who these belonged to.