«Fed..»

These words are like the deepest ocean, with a variety of drowned people. Well.. Fedor's is not the best comparison.

Now, the young man whose name is Nikolai. Or rather, Nikolai Gogol, if with a surname. Well, or, the deck cleaner of the pirate Fyodor Dostoevsky. Who was forcibly left alive. Having previously cut off the entire merchant ship. Kolya has long wanted to feel this freedom. And now is the most appropriate opportunity. I don't care about feelings for this wonder of the world. - the pirate. Whose beauty can be compared to the princesses of all the kingdoms combined. ~I don't give a damn~

......

Dostoevsky is one step away from falling overboard. And drown like some kind of mutt. A terrible death. Death.. Dost would not want to die.

The brunette's back is lying on the deck railing. An uneven step, a word, and the end.

The blond janitor. In no way, he can't gather his thoughts. Heavily. That's it, to kill your love. Who would never have responded to feelings.