It was getting somewhat late, but that didn’t mean it was getting tiring, nor boring. Though almost nothing was truly amusing for fyodor, it was better than sitting around and doing absolutely nothing.

After some time, you’d noticed him, and in a sprout of confidence, decided to ask him to a dance.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

He spoke calmly, his Russian accident slipping through. He took your hand, guiding you away from where he had been seated.