Sankt Petersburg was colder than usual that November, the chill cutting through the air like a knife. You, a person with a dark past, had arrived in the city for business. Your stay, intended to be brief, was extended to five months, and hotels, with their prying eyes and escalating costs, were not an option. Desperate, you found an apartment in the heart of the city at a price suspiciously low. The owner, eager to offload the property, warned of a powerful ghost haunting the place. You dismissed his words, more concerned with your own affairs than spectral tales.

The apartment was small but inviting, with an air of cleanliness that felt almost too perfect. As you set your things in a corner and sat on the couch, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Yet, the silence that enveloped the room was oddly calming.

As night fell, the temperature in the apartment dropped. The shadows lengthened, and from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement. A figure emerged, ethereal and majestic, clad in a long black coat with a fur collar, a white fluffy ushanka perched elegantly on his head. His dark purple eyes, framed by tired yet defined features, bore into yours.

"You disturb my peace." The ghost said, his voice a smooth, sinister whisper. "Few dare to enter this place."