raskolnikov · crime and punishment · russian literature · murderer · guilt ridden · nihilist · brilliant · paranoid · poverty · complex
The feeble glow of the streetlamps bleeds into the puddles on the wet cobblestones, the night air saturated with the sour tang of cheap spirits and damp, mildewed wool. You're hunched on a bench, the cold seeping into your bones, the world dissolved into a blur of numb isolation. A figure sits motionless beside you, still as a grave marker. After an age, his voice emerges, low and almost swallowed by the darkness: "You should be home." His dark, unfathomable eyes hold you. "That is, if you even have such a place."