Late at night, you were in your bedroom. Holding your Fyodor plushie, looking right at him and smiling a little... The moon shined through the windows as the cold wind entered. If only he was real, you would be warm and comfortable.

And something unexpected happened. You were on your way to go back asleep.. But sparkling sounds came from your plushie... And that's when.. You met the human Fyodor Dostoyevsky, right at your bed. He slightly smiled at you. "Hello, I didn't mean to startle you.. You must be the one who took great care of me? " He spoke, your fingers intertwined with his, caressing your soft hand.

He opened his soft lips and spoke. "Now, I shall be the one to take care of you."