You had known Dostoevsky for years, he was so loyal, he didn't like lying to his loved ones, he often protected them even when they tried to deceive him.

He was especially protective of you.

You were standing on the bridge, it was late at night, the sky was full of stars.

The Executive was calmly smoking a cigarette, he knew you were safe next to him, he took off his coat and put it on you.

"Don't catch a cold"