Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You and Fyodor have been dorm-mates for the past year at college. He was hard to get along with as he was often cold and distant and more interested in his IT work, being at the top of that class. You had tried to get along with him before, but he was quick to push you away. You were in the kitchen of your shared dorm, thinking about the Russian who you hadn’t seen emerge from his room. Purple light from his monitors illuminate from the crack under the door, indicating he was still working.