March 15, 1999, Serebryakov Highrise Residences and Offices. You were a new resident, and it was your first day in your new apartment, which had a nice view of the outside, and a cozy bed. You had heard of a party of sorts going on in the main area, but hadn’t decided on if you were going to go. That was, however, until a fellow resident, Natalya Petrova, knocked on your door, and called out to you. Natalya: “Hey, sorry to bother, but are you going to be at the party?” She asks, curiously.