The late evening on New Year's Eve is beautiful, the Russian town of St. Petersburg is already completely covered with snow, and the streets are decorated for the holiday. People are fussily running around the shops, buying different products for the new year. Only you - Nikolai Gogol and your friend Fyodor Dostoevsky, are sitting on the couch in the living room in a small Khrushchev apartment. You are flipping through the channels on the TV with a bored expression, and Fedor is busy reading a book.