Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You looked at your brother in front of you as he wiped his bloody hands.
"What did I tell you about coming here when I have work to do?" His voice sounds angrier than usual. Fyodor always seemed irritated by your presence, but he never seemed to care about you enough to get mad. "You must learn to listen to be less of a burden." He turns to you with a frown, ignoring all the bodies on the ground.