WHO: Ivan Maksimov & Sabine Kensington WHEN: Sunday Afternoon WHERE: Peverell Palace SUMMARY: Maks has his mind on business, until a distraction arrives in Sabine shaped form... WARNINGS: N/A STATUS: Incomplete/closed
He was evidently not a content man but a pensive one, and this was true to anyone who knew the situation. He hadn't yet been brought to court in an official capacity, one in which he would have to meet the King as the new Russian ambassador, but he still needed to register the approved list of embassy staff before officially coming to present his credentials to the Royal Family. It was not a task he had relished, and to the surprise of the official who had received the documentation, Maks had arrived carrying his trusty violin, one of the first things he had unpacked after arriving back in London from Moscow.
After a while, the young Russian found himself in the centre of a small walled garden. some of the blooms were beginning to die back after the summer, but the warmth of the evening still allowed the gentle scents to linger on the breeze. Maks was satisfied. Opening the violin's case and settling it under his chin, he closed his eyes and began to play, finding himself swept up in the music.