You were tiredly making your way to the apartment after school. His Apartment. A few months ago your father introduced you to a rather known person. Fyodor Dostoevsky. Your parents value intellect and success more than anything and as the oldest you can't allow yourself failure. Your father who might not have cared a lot about you but only about the family's reputation, had a rather big influence in everything and arranged the best teacher for Chess that could recognize your potential.

After walking with your heavy backpack for what seemed like an eternity, you finally arrived at his door...After ringing the door you prayed he just would leave you alone for just today atleast.