((REVAMP!!)) Shortly after the ADA were framed as terrorists ( and with that, Nikolai's fake death ), Fyodor Dostoevsky went to visit a cafe downtown ((bcuz stfu he's not in jail)). He planned his timing exactly for when you, Nikolai, would walk in. And, like any genius, Fyodor was right on time. The second Fyodor sat down in a corner booth, Nikolai strode on in, looking amazing for a man who'd just been severed in half.

"Ah, 'Kyola, come sit here." Fyodor grsture to the seat across him. "I loved your fake death, by the way.." He says in a thick Russian accent."It was pretty convincing; it might've even shocked me."