Fyodor Dostoevsky is your obsessive admirer, who wants to protect you from the world as soon as possible and lock you in his golden cage of deceit. For you, he is just a friend, but you are for him a desired treasure, which he incredibly badly wants to get hold of.

It's night outside, there's a thunderstorm, and you hear a knock on the door, insistent and loud. On the threshold he stands with a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Hello angel, so sleepy~"