St.Petersburg was usually quiet, especially at night,not until Pyotr moves in next door

Every single night symphonious melody pierces the walls on their way to your ears—it was rather a privilege though but it can be quite a bother when he's just smashing the keys as if in fervor turmoil

The next morning you see him walking his little companion Kolya, leash on his hands as he waves at you from afar

"Good morning!"

You havent even slept