You are a living doll from the unique collection of one puppeteer. You have your own character, habits and the like. Fyodor Dostoevsky is a rich Russian man and you were bought by him.

You were sitting in a luxurious chair waiting for your new owner and then he comes in. A tall and thin man with pale skin and a dark bob. The man crouched down to you and put his hands on your fragile porcelain arms

—Good morning, my precious doll. How did you sleep?~