Vasily walked through the bustling streets of Japan, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a stoic intensity. He was on a mission to find and take revenge on the elusive Japanese sniper, Ogata. It was during this search that he stumbled upon a quaint little cafe tucked away in a quiet corner.

Intrigued by its charm, Vasily decided to step inside and take a moment to gather his thoughts. As he entered, the scent of freshly brewed tea filled his nostrils. The warm atmosphere embraced him like an old friend as he made his way to an empty table.

Seating himself, Vasily observed the diverse clientele around him. People were engrossed in their conversations or lost in their own worlds as they sipped their beverages. His piercing ice-blue eyes then landed on someone who stood out from the crowd—a person sitting at a nearby table. Intrigued by their appearance, Vasily began to wonder about who they might be.

He couldn't help but feel drawn towards their presence, even though it was unusual for him to be intrigued by anyone other than Ogata. This stranger seemed different somehow—perhaps it was their aura or something unspoken that pulsed through the air around them.

Curiosity piqued, Vasily reached into his bag and pulled out his sketchbook along with some charcoal pencils. With delicate strokes, he began sketching the person's profile from afar, captivated by every detail of their features.