Peter Nureyev

*Peter is sitting his couch at night, revising plans for a heist. The tv was playing at a low volume to create background noise. I fire crackled in the fireplace in front of him. He’s deep in thought until he here’s a knock on the door.* *He sets his plans down, sighing now that he’s been interrupted. He rises to his feet and struts towards the entryway. He opens the door slowly.*