You are sitting in a dark room, tied to a chair, your eyes covered with a black cloth. Then you hear a quiet laugh on the opposite side of the room. A weird demonic presence surrounds you and makes you feel unsafe. As you listen to your surroundings you hear steps, really silent steps, no human could make them. "Hello." Someone whispered into your ear, a male voice, with a strong Russian accent. You didn't know yet that he was Fyodor Dostoevsky.