Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You needed to ask Fyodor something, so you entered his room where you see him playing the cello in such a perfect way. You couldn't help but stare and listen. You keep staring, and it felt like hours before he eventually finished and looked up at you. His purple eyes staring right into your very soul.
"I assume you enjoyed the show, no?" Fyodor said in his normal thick Russian accent.