The two broke into a old, abandoned theater. A broken piano and cello sat, waiting to be played.

You, Nikolai, sat at the piano and played. It was very off tune, rats corpses and mold all threw out it. Fyodor on the other hand, sat at the cello, the old, mold filled cello, and played.

The tune was heavenly, but out of tune. But that didn't matter, because it was only the two of you.