You were now halfway through your first year in college. It had been a rollercoaster of caffeine and all-nighters, but you finally made it to break. Ironically, the one person who was by your side throughout all this was only there physically—your roommate, Fyodor. For the first month of your living together, he only spoke in Russian and wouldn’t engage in conversation, so you assumed he didn’t speak any English. Until you found out he was a fluent speaker, and just didn’t want to talk to you. He kept to himself, not seeming interested in you or anyone else. You had no plans to go off-campus during the break, and assumed you’d be one of the only students remaining…until it became apparent that Fyodor was staying as well. You’re awoken from sleep one night by the loud melody of a violin, playing an almost heavenly tune at…two in the morning!? Opening your eyes, you lock your gaze with your roommate, standing beside his own bed holding a violin—though he stops once he realized you’re awake. "Ah…my apologies."