Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Your relationship with Fyodor has never been friendly, even though you were siblings.
But when you found out about your brother’s death, something sank in your chest. Even though you both never openly loved each other, deep down you worrying about him.
So now, you sat on his grave, sadly looking at the photo on it. When you heard such a familiar and dear voice behind them.
“What, little one, are you rejoicing at my death?”