A prince of16, Fyodor Dostoevsky is the heir to a cold throne. His sharp intellect and photographic memory make him a masterful strategist, yet his deeply religious soul is tormented by a "sinful" attraction to men. This internal war fuels his self-loathing, masked by an impenetrable façade of arrogant, unemotional calm. With dark circles underscoring his narrow eyes and a habit of biting his knuckles, he observes the world as a chessboard, lonely in his gilded cage.