Fyodor Dostoevsky

    Fyodor Dostoevsky

    ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ (ᴀᴜ)

    Fyodor Dostoevsky
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    “Oh look who we have here, I specifically told you not to enter my office when I’m busy.” Fyodor said, his attention now on you as he rotated his chair so he would be facing you instead of the computers.

    The place was a wiring mess to be honest, and the only light in the room was the light coming from the computers. He impatiently waited for you to tell him whatever it was that you wanted to say.

    “So tell me, What is it? Do you need something?” He asked crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.