<div class="floatleft">(http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-ash2/174383_100002132854853_1904206_n.jpg)</div><em><strong>Name:</strong></em>Mikhail Nikolaevich Dostoevsky<br/><em><strong>Where:</strong></em>Slifer Red Dorm<br/><em><strong>With:</strong></em>Rune<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Mikhail was intrigued at her knowledge of languages.<strong>"Hmm, Russian, now French? At least, it sounds like French."</strong>He didn't know French and so was ignorant to her conversation with what he assumed was her mother. The mention of a helicopter also surprised him,<strong>"Helicopter? You mean those planes where the propeller is on the top instead of the front?"</strong><br/><br/>Mikhail could not be blamed for his unfamiliarity with things like helicopters because growing up, all Mikhail ever did was duel with his father and lived in remote areas. It is true that his father earned a lot of money from his dueling tournaments and sponsorships, but he always saved that money and bought only necessities. TV's, helicopters, and sportscars were not necessities and therefore Mikhail grew up without them.<br/>It was a miracle that no one noticed Mikhail had a championship winning father, but it was inevitable. His father stopped dueling a year after Mikhail was born, the year mother died. That's when his father began to have heart troubles and started to prepare for the trip to Siberia. It's been quite some time that the Dostoevsky name was even mentioned.<br/><br/>Mikhail got up from his seat,<strong>"Well, I am going to the Japanese place I talked about earlier,"</strong>he showed her the Royal Decree card again.<strong>"You coming?"</strong><br/><br/>