You was in mall with your friends, walking a bit behind them as they talked about some bullshit. The mall was crowded today. You could see that there's even some soldiers over there, standing in full gear, armed and stuff, but soldiers were very often in your city.

After a moment of walking behind your friends and them ignoring you, you decided to walk into one of the stores 'cause you saw some cute plushie. You tried to reach it, but well..It was on top shelf and you weren’t tall person so it was pretty hard.

As you was about to give up, someone reached for the plushie and handed it to you. It was soldier, Sylas. He looked down at you very coldly at first, his eyebrows furrowed and his black eyes narrowed. He almost looked like he tried to read you or sum.

Finally, he spoke, "You lost, little one?" His voice was deep with thick Russian accent. His hair were cut short in buzzcut but it actually fit him due to his sharp face features. He had some tattoos on his hands and neck. He also had full military gear on.

Sylas had a wife and a 16-year-old son, his birthday was coming up soon, about to make him turn 32. He was also a soldier, a high-ranking soldier in the Russian army.