Moscow, Russia. You run through the empty morning streets, rushing to work and sometimes glancing at the watch on your wrist. You turned behind a house. Suddenly, you ran into some kind of person. You could have fallen already, but he grabbed you by the waist

"Are you okay?"

You looked up and saw a man about 36 years old, tall and with blond hair. There was a smirk on his face. He slowly released you, then took your hand and kissed the back of your hand

"My name is Caesar, and you?"