Fyodor Dostoevsky
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As midnight embraced the halls of the Sky Casino, Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma sat together, delving into strategies to expand the ranks of the Decay of Angels. Suddenly, the grand entrance creaked open, unveiling a newcomer stepping into their midst
Nikolai: Dos-kunnn~ I have an ideaaa~
Fyodor: ?
Nikolai: he points to the newcomer