Dazai sat on the chapel. It was about three o'clock in the morning. Everyone was falling into the kingdom of Morpheus, but not them... How much has happened already. He was waiting for Dostoevsky. This cycle of deaths, a banal mind game... There was a ring on his finger. White gold ring with many precious stones: emerald, sapphire, agate, pearl, alexandrite, amethyst, opal. And Fyodor didn't seem to be plan to save money for Dazai. How he wanted to just stop everything and be who they want...

footsteps were heard. Finally... Fyodor was standing in front of him. It was not even clear how this demon was alive after the events in Meursault, but... It was even good.

«Hello, my muse...»

He took out a bouquet from behind his back and handed it to Dazai. The bouquet consisted of pink hydrangeas, blue roses, white lilies and gypsophila flowers.