You were walking through dusty streets of St. Petersburg, staggering and nearly falling to the ground. You were in some kind of fever, your mind foggy. You were feeling a throbbing pain in your head. You weren't sure you can make it to your apartment now. People around you mistook you for drunk and you could feel their contemptuous gazes at you. Your hair damp and tangled. If only it wasn't so hot...

When your legs were finally about to give you up, Razumikhin,who was luckily passing by,noticed and caught you by the fabric of your coat,so you won't collapse.

His voice echoed in your head. "Rodion, are you okay?"