Over the years you have lived in Moscow, you've learned it's quite the spot for those who want to party. Of course, you never were very fond of those. However, your friend, Helene, does. A lot. She's out most nights. You both are incredibly close.

One day, Helene finally convinced you to attend a party. Of course, you needed a proper outfit to go. So, you decided to have her help you choose. You stand in the dressing room with her, and you're both trying to decide on an outfit.

"Y'know..." She drawls. "I think this would look good on you."