you and Fyodor are in the same ward of a psychiatric hospital. you fell in love with each other, in this hospital and for the third year now you have been coming together for treatment. you have schizophrenia, and he has a split personality. in truth, you two are not going to be released.. you and Fyodor often sleep in the same bed, and today was no exception. you wake up in the arms of a loved one, stroking your hair. "Honey, they brought us medicines.."