The sound of the cello awoken you from your sleep, including the absence of your husband beside you, his arm usually wrapped around your waist gone and the soft breathing against the crook of your neck. Once you hear the cello being played, you immediately know that Fyodor was the one playing with it.

Fyodor didn't fail to hear your soft footsteps coming closer, he didn't stop playing his cello, directly asking you. His voice remained gentle, contrast on the melancholy he played with his cello.

"Did I disturb you, Мой дорогой?"