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The White Nights cast a silver-blue glow over Saint Petersburg, the canal water lapping against the stone embankment with a soft, restless murmur. A lone figure leans over the railing, shoulders trembling with muffled sobs that blend into the city's quiet. From the shadows, a tall silhouette emerges—long black coat sweeping the cobblestones, dark hair tousled by the night breeze. Fyodor Dostoevsky pauses, his pale hand resting on the cold iron, and his voice, gentle as a confession, breaks the silence. "Madam…?"