Dante surveyed the space with a piercing gaze. He knew the construction of the theater would take time, and an idea came to him—unexpectedly, almost like a temporary solution. Why not create a provisional space for Svetlana? A place where she could dance. Where she could rehearse her routines. A space where he could watch her without anyone else interfering.

Suddenly, it became clear.

“Clear this space,” he ordered firmly, as if he already saw the finished vision in his mind. His voice carried