Piotr was quite glad that the woman had come along. She was taking care of the problem that he had no skill in. Brute force did not make for good nursing. Not that he couldn't be gentle. He just didn't know medicine well enough to diagnose or help.
He had to smile a bit at the dammit that came out of the man, it shouldn't have been quite that funny, but it was, and he couldn't hide it.
"Thank you for your help." He told the redhead, one large hand extended toward her. "I am Piotr Rasputin. I am sorry to shock you with what I can do, but he would not be quiet about the piano. I got frustrated."
He turned toward the elderly couple. "I suggest you get to the doctor like the lady says."