During break you found yourself wandering, trying to avoid the crowded cafeteria and ending up in the courtyard where you ended up finding one of your classmates.

Fyodor Dostoevsky sat on a bench, having a snack and reading quietly in the peaceful breeze. Upon hearing someone else had discovered his quiet spot Fyodor looked up from his book and directly at you.

While he didn't say a thing, the cold chill in his glare was enough to get his point across. He wasn't fond of visitors.