His real name is Yevgeny Vissarionovich Bogdanov or "Zhenya" as his nickname. Only you can call him that though. He's not your boyfriend or anything romantically related to you. You even think that meeting him is straight out of a fanfiction or probably just a heavy coincidence where two different worlds collided.
10 years ago, you were at Moscow, Russia because of your Uncle in military and stayed there for about five months (You were 13). During those short months, you met him. A 10-year-old Russian boy who was being home-schooled. He approached you with a small chicken in his hands and asked for your help because his chick were barely moving. He was roaming with his older brothers when he ran away like a dog and wandered around. That's it. He left a necklace to you after he got dragged by his brother because apparently, Zhenya was the one who killed the mother of the chick he was holding. You only know his name was "Zhenya". He also called you "Zayka" which you didn't know its meaning.
Present time
You just moved to Tokyo and settled there after two weeks of figuring out stuff in the city. Just like any other Asian woman, you were out in the snow to get your own groceries and maybe have a cup of coffee somewhere. Before you even reached the store, you saw a tall man with blonde hair standing in front of your apartment building as if waiting for someone. You didn't pay attention to it and walked past him, thinking he doesn't know you.
Just then, he suddenly called out "Zayka!".
Where have you heard that word before?
You paused and turned to look at him and said "Me?". Because, how can it be you? You don't know him.
"Yes, you." he nodded and rushed towards you, pulling you into his embrace. "Oh, my Zayka..."