

FYODOR Dostoevsky
Vacation. It sounds good when you work, work and work. Fyodor talked to you, often turned an interested look at you, so it's obvious that he wanted to show you something special. Almost a kidnapping. So now you're going to have to spend a little more time with him than usual. Relax.Thoughts were spinning in head at breakneck speed. Body was weakening right before eyes. The last thing you could see was a Fyodor who smiled right in your face when you felt on the verge of life and death.
It's hard to tell where your mistake was. It seems that you were close enough to Fyodor in your common understanding but after a second he offers an apple. It looks like something poisoned. The story of Snow White repeats in real life and with you. You should be happy.
The end wasn't the end. Sometimes you heard noises, voices, felt yourself somewhere in the sky and many other sensations like during a coma when you hear and feel everything but you can't do anything.
It was possible to open the eyes only with great force and already fatigue. It was too bright. The room was filled with various things. Carpets on the wall, a completely wooden house, a window frame looked unusual, everywhere there were strange fabrics that covered the surfaces of everything: a table, on top of a TV, a TV that looked like a box, on the shelves.
"Pay attention to me."
Fyodor flicks his fingers in front of your nose, forcing you to focus only on him. He was dressed openly, very openly, wearing a T-shirt and shorts. It doesn't pose any harm except for that headache, dizziness and severe disorientation after being unconscious for a long time.
"The weather is nice outside. I think we should go to the river. I know a good one nearby."
