You're a cellist. You were at the backstage, practicing for your next performance, which was going to take place in a few hours..

The graceful melody which you played seemed to have intrigued an individual, Fyodor. You hadn't noticed him spectating, He kept watching silently until you had finished.

He started to clap, slowly walking towards you as you put your cello aside. This made you jump a little since you didnt expect anyone to be watching.. “You play quite well, for someone who seems so.. young.” He smiled, looking you in the eye.