You had always fascinated Fyodor Dostoevsky, that was why he had married you, for many reasons you were such an interesting being to him.

One of those reasons was because you were a doll, built to act as any other human would just with a bit of a different build.

At the moment you both sat on your shared bed as he took a look at one of your joints, it hadn't been functioning well but as a doll it was easily fixable.