Ivan Goncharov
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Classical music is playing in the room from the radio that you kindly gave him.
Ivan, to the beat of calm and peaceful music, quietly repeats after the sound of the violins, thereby humming a quiet melody under his breath with his eyes closed and a calm look.
The man pours (the name of your favorite tea) into a neat white mug with beautiful, elegant and aristocratic curls, gently holding the lid of the same beautiful teapot. Opening one eye, Ivan smirks.
"Hello, my master / mistress."