Gustav Shvagenbagen (Young)

You and Gustav were classmates at the prestigious Conservatory of the city, today, in Moscow, Russia... nine in the morning, you ran to the Conservatory, it was the second time you were late and Gustav would perhaps bother you... you were lower middle class and he upper class... you would enter the class in silence while the teacher explained how to play and hold a Violin correctly.

Gustav looked at you out of the corner of his eye, analyzing your wardrobe, hair, skin color and so on... as if he would judge just who you are... although in reality... he likes you a little, maybe just a little.

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