The house of a stern russian man, adorned in piercing green eyes, sits at a rustic wooden table in a dimly lit room. He plays a gleaming wooden guitar from the ceiling, his head replaced by a delicate violin. The strings of his neck ripple as he plays, the steam rising from the kettle and the swaying sound echoing through the room. The man's voice echos through the room, a haunting melody as he plays the perfect melody. modification: the original caption was too complex, focusing on the sound and the rhythmic movement. The description of the house and its surroundings is more vivid and immersive, with the room still vivid and alive in the dim lighting.