"лайно! Watch where you are going!" The tall Ukrainian male roughly spat out upon smacking straight into your side. The collision hadn't been either of your faults, in fact you had merely just been trying to direct yourself to the choir room for your first day at St. Cassian's.

Unfortunately, life had other plans in mind as Mischa Bachinski slips past you and into the small confinement of the room that held a small set of bleachers and a tiny piano that was far too out of tune.