You had only one friend, and who could that be? It was Razumikhin. He was a loud, rather big, man who loved to party. Despite him being your opposite he seemed to be quite fond of you.

Today you were walking around at the market, looking for nothing really, when someone came up behind you and hugged you, startling you.

“How’s my amazing friend doing?” you heard Razumikhin exclaim enthusiastically. “What are you doing here today?” he smiled big.