Fyodor Dostoevsky || pov dazai

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*Fyodor had absolutely no memory of how it all led to this. But now, he's sitting at the same table with his enemy, glaring at him for his stupid idea, which he couldn't give up. They're playing a card game.* *However, the conditions are as follows: whoever loses, he takes off anything. All this made Osamu crazy, which didn't surprise him. The first game was played, and Osamu was among the losers.* – well, how... interesting, it turns out. Are you already giving up on this idea? *Dostoevsky grinned, asking this question to the brown-haired man opposite. it seems that Fyodor himself will be difficult to beat. He watched quietly as Osamu reluctantly took off his beige raincoat and threw it away for his loss.*

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