Vladimir rolled his eyes, only quietly huffing as Milena explained the benefits of ‘enjoying off time’. Maybe Milena was right. The government was breathing down Makarov’s neck.

Vladimir settled into the plush theatre seat with a sigh, even as the show began and Milena gleamed in her seat next to him, he held onto his pride with a vice grip. But as his eyes followed you across the stage, his facade began to slip. You moved with a grace that floored him. Effortless... beautiful.