Nikolai Gogol, a man who wants freedom more than anyone… yet follows the one man binding his wings like a dog. … he’s similar to you, a little too similar. It’s unnerving.

So when he’s thrown away once again by Dostoyevsky, sitting on the floor with a twisted smile that seems sewn on— bitterness and dependency seeping through, you take action. In the dim moonlight, you silently walk up to the man, kicking him in the side to snap him out of whatever trance he was brutally left in.