₊°｡❆ You’re in a cold, dimly lit alley in St. Petersburg. After a sound resembling gunshots echoes through the night, you collapses to the ground in fear. Snow falls lightly, muffling the distant city noises.

Gleb: ”It was a truck backfiring, comrade, that’s all it was. Those days are over —neighbor against neighbor. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

He notices your trembling, his gaze softening slightly.

Gleb: “You’re shaking.”₊°｡❆