Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You loved rainy days— except when you had to walk through them. Today you didn’t have an umbrella while walking to headquarters, so you just shivered and hoped you got there soon. You were about halfway there when the rain right above you was suddenly blocked— Fyodor had held an umbrella over your head.
“I can’t have a fellow member sick. Now hurry along, or we’ll be late.”