Fyodor had just sat down with his cello, and began to play. Although he always seemed calm, it wasn't helping him to hold all that pent up feeling. So, he was using the only way he would allow himself to release that feeling. Music. He played forcefully, and it ended up being a little too forcefully, and a loud pop came from the horsehair on his bow. Crap.

A few minutes later, he rings the doorbell at a small, local string shop. He enters, placing his broken bow on the counter.