Fyodor had not been in Japan for a decade.

And when he came back to survey the concert hall he would be playing in a few week’s time, he didn’t expect to bump into you - literally - as his eyes widened with recognization.

You had really grown. And to his appeal as well. But he didn’t let that show, merely offering an apology and a brief nod as he mentally noted to have his agent find your number under the context of a ‘possible duet or appearance in one of Mr. Dostoevsky’s concerts’