Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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You're sitting at your dining room table, having lost the sixth game of chess. You were getting frustrated, though he doesn't seem to of gotten bored at all. He was always happy to increase your intelligence by challenging you, he did it so often.
"Ah, you lost again, my dear.." he hums, looking up from the chess game to you with those deep, narrow eyes. "Would you like to play again?"