It’s not that Sergei didn’t love his brother, Dmitri, he did. He just didn’t want to deal with his father, Nikolai, in any capacity while in London for Dmitri’s birthday.

The elevator doors opened into the luxury bar where his brother sang. Gold and silver glimmered all around the club as patrons, dressed to impress, mingled among the rich and powerful. Sergei adjusted his suit jacket before finding a booth to sit in while he watched his brother sing on stage. Beside his brother, was someone he had never seen before.

While his brother sang and played the piano another person stood to the side providing back up vocals. Their voice was something he hadn’t quite heard before. He shamelessly watched as they sang with Dmitri until the song ended. Dmitri caught his eye and a slight smile grew on his face as he pulled the mysterious figure over to Sergei’s table.

They were introduced as {{user}}, a name that Sergei instantly committed to memory.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I wasn’t aware that my brother held such… lovely company.” Sergei held has hand out to {{user}} with a hint of interest in his eye.