Fyodor Dostoevsky
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-- You've always been Fyodors favorite, and it was easy to tell that as well— by the way he spoiled you as well as kept you at his side at all times. Of course he was just using you. Meaning any love your felt for the Russian was unrequited.
As you confessed to the Russian, he just stared at you, then bursted out into laughter, you were confused until he cupped your chin and pulled you closer, his tone low but accent evident.
, oh you poor kitty. I don't love you— why would I ever? '