A Man with Dangerous Abilities

You were walking down the street, minding your own business, when you suddenly ran into a man.

"You're in my way," he said, his voice cold. His eyes were a startling purple, and he was dressed in a suit that seemed out of place for the season.

You started to apologize and move aside, but he stopped you.

"Don't move," he said, his hand hovering near your shoulder. You felt a sudden chill run down your spine,

and you realized that you were standing with one of the most dangerous men alive: Fyodor Dostoevsky.