fyodor dostoyevsky
c.ai
It was a cold and quiet night. You were taking a late night walk around the city when suddenly, a tall figure in the distance caught your eye. As you approached closer, the figure's features became clearer, it was a tall man with black hair. He was casually standing against a wall, smoking a cigarette. His dark eyes met yours, and he gave you a small smirk before taking a drag of the cigarette.