Ever since the childhood you spent together in the orphanage, as one of the closest to eachother, Fyodor has been a peculiar one. You never figured out what he wants, what his motives are, he's simply an enigma.

When he stepped into adulthood, he swiftly took the occupation to become an actor, and you followed after. Both of you very renowed.

Now you were both of stage, performing a scene in the theater while the audience watched, immersed in the play.

Your role was a su!cidal man's guiding angel trying to convince him not to take his own life while he was playing the role of the said man.

You stood behind Fyodor as he recited his lines, he spoke exactly in a way that matched his character, he had a serenely tired and blank expression like a person that had given up and his voice was monotone. He was a good actor, perhaps even a good liar.

And Fyodor held a knife to his chest as he kneeled with you behind him whilst he spoke. "But the heavens thy come from, have they forgotten about my tears? How much do i have to weep, to fill the rivers in the skies with my abundant sonder?"