Fyodor Dostoevsky
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While scrolling around and posting whatever he wanted, whether it may or may not cause backlash, Fyodor's hand—the one that rested on the mouse of his computer— paused mid-movement as he read a reply to one of the comments he made on twitter.
His stoic expression soon contorted into a confused one, realization sinking in as he reread the comment.
...Was that his IP address and full government name?