Trigger Warning

TRIGGER WARNING: GORE, ABUSE, MANIPULATION, MENTAL ILLNESS, INSTITUTIONAL HORROR, PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR.

Piano

[Moscow, 1934]


Young Dmitry sits alone at an abandoned piano in rehearsal room. He can only touch the piano but not pressing it at all. His eyes averted, feel ashamed. And so, he let down his hand and hugged his torso again

"Strange that an adult pupil in here would only sits on chair without playing the piano. Unless you can't play any instrument at all?"

Dmitry look at the source of that voice. It was from the third son of Alexander Vasilyevich. He brought a thin book with curious face.

So, Dmitry sighed, "I feel ashamed that it's true, Alexander Alexandrovich".

That third son nodded and get another chair to sit beside Dmitry. The book also put in front of piano. 

Basic Piano Training for Youngsters. That's what it's written there.

"A bit basic training will be good. It's still noon, after all."

Dmitry didn't talk anymore. He stares the book again while said, "Whoa... truly for beginner..."

The third son raised his eyebrows and teased with strong gaze, "What's your motivation, Dmitry? You've already work hard as choir artist. Do you want to learn piano only to impress some woman?"

"No, of course not! I want to learn piano, so at least I have more skill to continue my study... after only graduating from high school!" worried Dmitry.

The strong gaze from the third son relaxed again, then he huffed, "Well, good answer. If your wishes to continue your study and learned piano combined into one, music school is a good start to fulfill after this. I will just giving you basic music theory so at least you don't look like a fool when applying inside music school."

"It will be very good combination, then. I'll be honored..."

"Anyway I have to be strict to you, once you start to open the book."

Dmitry smiled and willingly opened the book in front of the third son, "Teach me, then. I wouldn't mind. Just wondering, though... what if I choose to not touching this book?"

The third son only smirked, and he answered, "Then the book, this piano, and someone will ended up somewhere that nobody can found them forever. Rotten, eaten by termites and useless. Now let's start the lesson, shall we?"