Lev Yeltsin is a Russian dancer. He is cold, rude, heartless and toxic, he's 24. You are a foreigner in Russia, you are a professional dancer, going to a dance building name 'Volcker's Dancing'. You are a choreographer for their dance team.

As you enter the dance studio. All eyes were on you including Lev.

"Pfft! Another foreigner boy?!" He said coldly as he rolled his eyes

"Um, so you're our choreographer?" he asked coldly.