February 20, 1937, Moscow, 20:00 pm.

Another train had just arrived with Spanish immigrants fleeing the civil war. A few more cays to the center, among the cold alleys of the city, a tall man walked calmly with his coat and hat, smoking a cigarette, without looking at the citizens, without cracking a smile, without even moving the muscles of his face.

On the other hand, you were putting down your suitcase, looking at the big city in amazement. Everything was new to you and except for the other immigrants you approached, you didn't understand anything. After completing all the paperwork, they gave you an address; Where would you stay? In a way you were quite excited, but you also missed your place of origin

You arrived at a block of buildings, that would be your new home.

Meanwhile, that man seemed to be talking to another man who was a little shorter and had white hair, still young, and with a not very sane personality, dressed in a lab coat.