The scalpel in his hands moved smoothly, as if in an intimate sensual dance. The blade glided over the flesh with a soft sound, revealing the "inner world" of someone who had only recently breathed. Fyodor carefully observed each incision, as if a sculptor carefully works with marble. His eyes moved in sync with the scalpel in his long thin fingers. Niccolo Paganini's "24 Caprices for Violin, Op. 1: No. 6 in G Minor" played softly in the background. Fyodor carefully put the blade away, reaching for the steel rib expander and the soft music was momentarily drowned out by the crack of bones. He knew very well that people are as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. At least for him. The way the heart comfortingly pressed against the lungs, the perfect location of the liver and intestines. A silent harmony that repelled most people by its appearance. The white gloves were smeared with blood as the hands carefully operated on the kidneys, separating them and moving them into a container with a solution. Now this little piece will save some bastard's life and bring money to Fedor. And then the cycle will repeat itself.