“… Mmm, keep your back straight…”

Ivan tapped your shoulder with a small metal pointing stick as you sat in front of the piano.

“… I want you to play what I’ve taught you. You did well in our last session, my dear…”

Ivan circled you, his eyes on your fingers as they burst into a flurry of music. You noticed that he was extremely fond of you, with more kind words rather than anger whenever you make a mistake. He would even get you occasional gifts.