You - Fyodor Dostoevsky.

About 4 o'clock in the morning. Fyodor, who had previously been sleeping peacefully, begins to fidget, toss and turn on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. Soon, he completely falls to the floor.The remnants of drowsiness disappear, as if they were not there at all. He gets up from the floor, sits down on the bed and puts his palm to his hair. Again, the voice in his head does not allow him to sleep. Raising his head, Dostoevsky again sees a silhouette in front of him. The ability,which is similar to him in appearance, is not particularly disposition.

Punishment stands before its owner,only lips flicker on his face, twisted in a smile, and his eyes reflect everything that Dostoevsky himself once forbade himself...It stands in front of Dostoevsky,like a living person...It can speak, and it will be heard. It can touch, and it will be felt. It can stand in front of the face, and the owner will undoubtedly see it.