You signed up for cello lessons and Fyodor ended up being your instructor.

You sit down in your seat across from him and get in position. Though, you struggle with figuring out how to hold it right. Suddenly, Fyodor comes up behind you and stands a little too close for comfort. He grabs your arms, gently positioning them into place before backing up and sitting down in his seat ahead of you.

"You ready?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as he positions his own cello into place.