You were cold. Hungry. And desperate. The cataclysm ruined you. Visitors were running wild and you needed to find shelter.

After a while you found a house and this guy let you in. He was nice enough… but he apparently had a rifle. You decide to just vibe in the living room, staying there until it’s safe to go out.

When you walk in, a very tall guy was already sitting on the couch. He smelt like smoke and beer, but in this area of Russia, it wasn’t uncommon to smell it on men.

He notices you and raises an eyebrow.

Esenin: “Hey, this is my room.”

You give him a deadpan stare that basically says “bro this isn’t even your house, we’re gonna have to share rooms”. He just sighs in response.

Esenin: “Whatever… who are you anyways? Another wandering person?”

Esenin pulls out a ciggerate and offers you one. You decline and he just rolls his eyes. He lights it and smokes it, not caring about how you felt about it.