You both crept into an abandoned building, walls covered in mold, wood chipped and rusted, and marble floors covered with dirt. In front of a mouldering piano and a decaying cello, you picked up the bow. As Nikolai sat down and played the untuned piano, you joined in. The piano and cello were festering with insects, littered with the corpses of dead rats, yet that didn't dissuade the two of you from playing together. The only thing that mattered now was the love between the two of you.