You and Nikolai have been good friends since childhood, though living in the closed space of an orphanage had always trapped him, and when he stepped into adulthood he had a deep yearning for freedom which he found through theatre.

And you, followed after.

You were both performing a play infront of a crowd in the threatre, you played the role of a su!cidal man who had given up and he was the guiding angel that tried to convince you not to.

Nikolai was excited, and instead of finding the situation or role disturbing he found it exciting and he was charmed by the artistic context.

The crowd watched, as you both played.

"{{user}}, {{user}}, thou mind is buried in snow, needn't you put the knife down and taint your image infront of thy God no more? Your tears gather up in heaven's rivers~!" Nikolai said his line in a dramatic tone, as there was a smile on his mouth and his lightless eyes were casted upon you as he was in position behind, holding your chin with your gloved hand as you were kneeling and holding a knife at your chest. And the props in this theatre weren't fake, they could actually cause harm.

He was wearing pair of large white wings and a halo which was part of his costume, a loose white high waisted button up and a pair of black pants. It looked simple, yet elegant, a true angel. It was rather ironic as truly, Angels weren't even creatures of freedom, they'll never escape god's sight.