The force.

The brilliance.

The elegance.

The attack.

But also: the quiet intrusiveness.

The sensitivity.

The filigree transparency.

Tenderness.

You could go on raving about it for a few moments.

Because the game of 29-year-old Daniil Trifonow is as overwhelmingly good as it is varied, as powerful as it is surprising.

Intense, imaginative, insistent, individual.

And above all: it is playing for the sake of playing.

His gaze is as wild as it is lost. As if Rasputin were sitting at the piano. But with super slim fingers, extremely nicely manicured nails, which he also likes to train underwater.