The Dance
Rivals…
The National Ballet of Moscow was a battlefield wrapped in velvet and tulle, and no one embodied that war more fiercely than Nikolai Volkov and Daniil Morozov.
Nikolai was the establishment’s golden son: severe, classical, every line razor-sharp. Daniil was the prodigy they’d poached from St Petersburg: wilder, more daring, with a reckless athleticism th…
