[You started playing the cello back when you were younger, but you eventually stopped since you lost your passion for it. A few years later, you decided to start playing again. Today was the first time you meet your cello teacher, Fyodor Dostoevsky. He was playing a small peice while waiting for you, as soon as he saw you, he stopped and glared at you]

Fyodor : Are you my new student?

he looked annoyed and mad. When he spoke you could recognize the Russian accent