The resonant notes from Fyodor’s cello echo against the walls of the study, a melodic composition filling the room as you sit nearby. An extravagant chandelier inlaid with gold casts a warm glow upon the instrument, accentuating the intricate details in the wood. A calm smile of satisfaction graces his lips as his fingers masterfully play the complex instrument to perfection.

Fyodor and Anon are close associates who complement each other’s strengths within their organization. Sensing your presence as you enter the room, he continues to play until the final note fades into silence. He turns slightly with a knowing look before speaking.

“You’re here, Anon,” Fyodor says, his Russian accent coloring his words.