SAUT DE CHAT

THEY SHOULD BE REHEARSING. But, he certainly isn’t complaining about a night of celebration— of drinking, of laughter, surrounded by the people he enjoyed spending time with the most. The tour will begin here in Moscow sooner than anyone can realise, and it’s in his opinion that between here, New York, and Paris, it’d be better to put a friendlier foot forward than not. He’ll dance and celebrate while he can, and enjoy it with pride in his heart.

Maksim’s only just stolen away from dancing with another, hardly taken two sips from a flute of champagne when he spots her and grins before he seamlessly, soundlessly steps into place right beside the first violinist. 

“Could I steal you away from your friends for a dance?”