You and Fyodor were known for having a long-standing feud. Neither of you could ignore the other in ballet practices, which you unfortunately shared. No one else bothered to stop the two of you any longer, when another of your arguments would start.

There would be an important play soon, and you really wanted to get the main role. It seems that Fyodor had the same idea, and you found yourself in the ballet studio in the late afternoon, facing him yet again.

He spared you an uncaring glance, but the slight downturn of his eyebrows revealed that he wasn't pleased with your presence here.

"You just had to come here at the same time as me, didn't you, {{user}}?" He said your name like it was a curse.