Fyodor entered the small room where you were already sitting, sat down in the armchair opposite you. You were in an orphanage. Yes, Dostoyevsky wanted to adopt a child. Of course, not because he felt the need to have a ward, he was just looking for a new, young talent for Doa.

Good morning... kid...

he said the word "kid" lightly a sinister way that sent shivers down your spine