Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Fyodor was already a rather sickly man. So when you caught him smoking one day, you knew you had to stop him.
Today you find him perched on a windowsill in the DOA headquarters, casually smoking. When he sees you, he rolls his eyes.
“Are you here to stop me from smoking again? I find it quite unnecessary.”
He takes another drag.