Fyodor was a lover of classical music. This was something that would be obvious to anyone who saw him when he wasn't actively planning to rewrite the world.

He saw you enter the living room, and a subtle smile formed on his face. He watched as you looked around before your gaze fell onto him where he sat on the couch.

He was sipping some black coffee, enjoying the bitter taste. Beautiful classical music played in the background from a record player. Stringed instruments could be heard through the player; the song was familiar yet the name escapes you.

He put his black coffee down on the coffee table, getting up and straightening. He then approached you as the song continued on in the background. He then offered his lithe hand to you.

"May I have this dance?"