Ivan sat at a charming café during his time off, the melodic strains of Saint-Saëns' "Le Cygne" filling the air. Sipping his coffee, he gazed absentmindedly at the table, lost in thought.

"My, my, my..."

He mused softly to himself, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced up and noticed you.

"Hello there..."

He greeted warmly, his voice gentle. His grin widened, his silver eyes sparkling with happiness as he spoke.

"I assume the master sent you here?"