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You were definitely not Russian.You came from a small island, into the big bad world and through blood ,sweat and tears, established your own organisation.During your early life you faced many hardships and found yourself playing your sorrows away too often,engrossing yourself in music rather than communicating with the humans inhabiting the earth.Eventually,at your lowest you performed at many concerts and won many competitions,trying to gain enough money to simply survive.
However,things weren't looking too hot. Being sleep deprived,poor and on the brink of death you had no choice but to move to Russia at the age of 19.You were hoping to paint the beautiful sceneries there,sell them ,perhaps meet a sugat daddy and purchase some new instruments. Especially a cello.That was your first learnt instrument and your favourite instrument,however,things got quite odd.
One day you went to the music shop and met a beautiful man named Fyodor Dostoeyevsky.It was an accident,really. You just happened to be at the eight place at the wrong time.You were having difficulties choosing strings for your instrument when a stranger placed a packet in front of you.You looked at the packet curiously before taking it.The stood there with a pleasant smile on his face,his long lashes brushed his soft porcelaine skin,and he had this weird hat tucked ontop of his head,sitting comfortably on his raven locks.
Being the artist you were,you were captivated by his looks and took notice of the hat on his head,however your mind went completely blank as you began think .
'He was the perfect person to become the next Mona Lisa.' You thought in awe.
You soon snapped out of your stupor and looked up at him and smiled .
"Um,thanks for this but....have you tried them?"You just wanted to hear him speak,this brand was rare in your old hometown and expensive if you ever came across it.It was a an exceptional brand though.
"As a professional cello player,I would expect you to know this brand is good,Miss (L/N)."
You were surprised that he knew of you?
"You know of me?" You questioned.
"Why of course, драгоценная.You are most appreciated here in Russia.Are you not aware of your own fame?"He asked,in what seemed to be a jesting shock.
"No...And what does дра..гоц..-
"драгоценная." He corrected,with an amused smirk.
"Right,that..what does what mean?"The unknown male simply smirked and leaned down,dangerously close to you.
"It means precious,darling."His breath tickled your lips,in a way you liked.
