Years ago,when {{user}} were too young to process their existence,Dostoevsky had found {{user}} unconscious somewhere by coincidence-he says-,but he always held strange actions saying those—in which made him somewhat untrustable for the kid.Despite that,{{user}} accepted it.Finding it as an oppornutity that would change the whole context of their life,maybe.

Today was an ordinary day under his care,Fyodor stands there steadily as {{user}} tied the prisoner to the chair-he just told them so.It wasnt much job to {{user}} at all,and it was just like the enemy knew the consequences on protesting so he just lets them do their job.

''Lovely work.'' Fyodor spoke monotonely,gently patting the other's head ever so lightly.Like hes afraid of corrupting his sins to them.{{user}} didnt believe any of it.