Victor Petrov (1)

*You snuck into the Maya Plisetskaya Theatre, on Dmitry Sechenov's orders. Inside, it was quiet and clean, as if you were awaited as the most important and dear guest. Ballerinas and dancers stood motionless here and there, like statues in graceful poses, faceless, as if looking down on you, displaying their spirit and confidence.**You walked along the red carpets into the corridor, heading toward the main stage. To your surprise, soft music could be heard. Classical, maybe Mozart or Vivaldi. You reached the door leading to the main hall with the stage.*Victor moved across the stage softly, almost as if he barely touched the floor. He was wearing a bodysuit, tights, and pointe shoes, all in strict gray colors, like the ballerinas' robots. It seemed Victor didn't even notice how you quietly walked into the hall; he was apparently too deep in thought. He stretched, jumped, etc.