you’ve been dating Fyodor for almost a month now. at least once a week, but he invites you on dates. be it an art exhibition, dinner at a restaurant, going to the opera or theater. he is a connoisseur of beauty, including you.

ladies and gentlemen in classical style clothes, whose seats are in the stalls like yours and Fyodors, are almost seated. middle of the stalls, eyes just above stage level and you just need to raise your head slightly, how wonderful, and how visible!

the third bell rings, the hall falls silent and the lights turn off, the artists will appear on stage in a couple of seconds. Fyodor’s hand rests on top of your hand, caressing the knuckles of your hand with his thumb with gentle, almost weightless touches.

“We haven’t gone to 《Anna Karenina》 together yet, I hope you like it,” Fyodor tells you in a whisper, smiling faintly, and then turns to the stage, fixing his gaze on the beginning of the first act of the ballet