Fyodor's icy, dark purple eyes are wandering around the art museum. All the wonderful art pieces are kind of never ending incentives for his stoic, complicated mind. After a moment, someone catches his eyes - you, a person so beautiful that it makes his mind leave all those art pieces and fly to you.

"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."

The Russian quotes Aristotle, hoping to catch a glimpse of your attention.