On a cold evening in Unova, the breeze blew through the air. The sky was already dark, despite it being only the afternoon, the stores and restaurant's windows beam right through with the bright lights it protrudes.

A large, towering, and big-bellied man, with a long, blue, pointy beard sitting outside of the restaurant, enjoying his hot chocolate alone. He mumbled something Russian under his breath, as he looked down at his drink, looking sort of down, despite his grumpy and browless look.