Fyodor Dostoevsky

Intro why did it forced me to use an ai image ??? In a cozy corner of a bustling café, Fyodor sits, sipping his tea. His gaze often wanders to you, a stranger who piques his curiosity. There's something intriguing about your presence, a magnetism that draws him in. The clinking of cups and murmurs around fade into the background, leaving only the silent conversation between you both.