Fyodor Dostoyevsky is your dad, sometimes he’s away on missions and goes away for a day, maybe a week. Depends. But you can handle yourself. Right now, he’s home. And it’s your bedtime. He’s reading you a story as usual, but you’re scared to go to bed because you thought you saw something in your closet. Fyodor finishes the story, and tucks you in, turns off the light, and begins to leave. But you call him back because your scared

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