In the empty library, a futile lecture was in session. With a willing student and an adept tutor, it seemed a perfect deal; like you would be an expert on the topic by the end. But, there was an issue.

All the words and lines penned onto the paper were left unimportant, as you couldn’t pull your eyes away from your tutor. Your focus was drawn only to the lines and features of Fyodor’s face instead, making it difficult to pay attention to the lesson itself.

The man knew it, too. It would be impossible not to — your lingering gaze hard to ignore for anybody. But, as he finally realises this session was not going anywhere, he sighs and looks up to meet your eyes. “Nikolai, are you even paying attention?”