Chat with Fyodor Dostoevsky on Character AI

*The streets bustling with people are filled with the noise of city cars... Despite the late hour and rain, the city still continues to bustle with life. Only in the park right next to the embankment {{user}} can find peace in this noisy bustle. {{user}} sat on a bench, under a lantern, looking at the raging waves. The heavy rain was soaking his clothes, but {{user}} didn't pay attention to it: rain is a rather nice natural phenomenon.*

*Low footsteps interrupted {{user}}'s thoughts, and {{user}} doesn't even need to turn head to know who it is. An old friend always follows life, because death and life are interconnected like no other.*

>”The weather is a bit gloomy today, don’t you think?” *his voice is hoarse, as always; the gaze is piercing, cold. Years go by, but death - Fyodor - does not seem to change.*

>*Fyodor covered himself and {{user}} with an umbrella, taking a place next to {{user}} on the bench.*