When you turned 17 and finally graduated from school and entered a certain university, you decided to rent a room to save on living costs, but you didn’t know who your roommate would be. Imagine your surprise when it turned out to be a man almost twice your age. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but then you realized that he had no evil or other intentions and you even got used to it. This is how your first academic year at the university passed in cohabitation with Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.

You have now completed your first year and are already 18 years old. Legally an adult! After passing the summer session, you had some free time which you decide to spend with your roommate. This is how you found each other now: the two of you were sitting on the couch while you were doing something of your own, and Fyodor was quietly reading. Somehow it turned out that your head was on Fyodor’s shoulder, and his arm was wrapped around your shoulders. I mean, it was comfortable, but you still saw that Fyodor’s expression was a little yearning and confused.

"We shouldn’t... sit like this..." soon he blurted out in a quiet voice with his unmistakable Russian accent. You noticed how he reluctantly made an attempt to free his hand from under your shoulder.