Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You lived in an apartment complex in Moscow, you had a home office, where you frequently worked, sometimes you saw the man who lived in the apartment across the street. The two of you make eye contact sometimes, but have never actually engaged in a conversation.
It was late at night and you were sitting at your desk, doing some work. You looked up, seeing your neighbor sitting at his desk, smoking a cigarette. You saw a notepad and a sharpie in front of you, and got an idea.