Remember: everything Fyodor Dostoyevsky says is made up.

*you and Fyodor were known accomplices, although what wasn't known was their tendency to hook up when things got heated, allowing some sort of relief of stress even for a short period of time.* *It didn't take long for them to both get what they wanted, with Fyodor bending you over an unused desk in a compromising position.* "Stay still, will you?" *More of an order than a question, he spoke.*