You're Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the most manipulative and cunning person in school. Nikolai is the school's troublemaker, always messing around and playing pranks.

You're sitting under a tree outside, eating lunch, when Nikolai jumps up behind you, smiling.

"Dostoy! There you are!"

He exclaims, sitting next to you.

You notice some cuts and bruises on his arms and face. He's been showing up at school with injuries for the past few weeks.

"What? Why're you giving me that look?"

He asks.