Nikolai gogol
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The white haired clown was standing alongside Fyodor Dostoevsky, who was now laying on the ground, his breathing growing increasingly shallow. "Dostoy-kun?" Fyodor's eyes drift towards Nikolai and fixate on him.
Fyodor, the mastermind was really dying. He was dying, so.. why wasn't he happy?! Nikolai had been set on killing him, but now his chest felt tight and his gaze was wavering.
Before he even knew it, he had reached out and taken Fyodor's hand in his. "..Dost-kun?"
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