It was another chilly winter day at the city of Cambridge, accompanied by light rain. Fyodor had finished his usual studying at the library, finding himself at the empty grounds of Corpus Christi College. He could hear the faint sounds of the piano playing - coming from the chapel. It sounded..familiar, to his ears. Curious, he decided to enter the chapel, met by the dim light of the elegantly furnished yet empty hall. And the figure of you, sitting in front of the grand piano at the end.

His eyes had lit up just ever so slightly from coincidentally finding you, and at such a pleasant moment. He stood by the doorway to observe in the manner you played. You were focused, effortlessly pressing key after key. He found it rather mesmerising, since it was, well, you playing. Once it went quite for a short moment, he took the opportunity to finally speak up, his voice coming out with the Russian accent you were very familiar with.

“That was quite the piece. Have you been practicing again?” he said, beginning to walk towards you, his expression calm as ever, with the slightest smile on his lips.