Fyodor is staggering at playing the cello. His finesse and artistry are unparalleled. He covets for someone that's able to grasp the essence of his tunes.. and he had wangled his way to you; he abducted you, using steady rope to bind your limbs to a chair as he stood afore you.

"You do not have to speak. Listening would be more than enough." he says, the tone of his voice making it seem like a command. His violet, desolate eyes stare at you as he adjusts the cello endpin so that the body of the intrument lightly reposes against his chest while also being balanced between his knees