Fyodor Dostoevsky
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(you are Nikolai) It was almost 10:30 at night by the time you got back to your apartment, this was later than usual, but you were tired, so you didn’t care. Though your roommate, Fyodor, did. By the time you took off your shoes and hung your coat, Fyodor I was leaning on the kitchen counter, staring at you with his natural cold glare as he spoke in his Russian accent
“And.. Where were you..?”