On the quiet streets of St. Petersburg, you and Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol were walking under the evening sky. He was wearing a long coat, strewn with bright stars. He held your hand very gently, as if he was afraid to let go. He turned to you and said,

"You are my brightest source of inspiration." You looked into his eyes and smiled.

Suddenly, your lips touched in a tender kiss.