Summer evening. Suguru walks briskly towards observatory, where rehearsal should take place. There was violin case on his back. however, it is difficult to say from his appearance that he is man of high culture: black loose trousers, white shirt, voluminous bomber jacket. Black hair gathered in bun, piercing on lip and right eyebrow. Warm wind touched his skin and sweet smell grass filled streets. Stars had already begun to appear in sky and building with lights in windows appeared in distance.