Moscow. Most people know it as the place where everyone goes to party. After all, it's night-life is almost impossible to replicate anywhere else. You, on the other hand, never really cared much for the spectacle of it all. Of course, you still will visit clubs and parties sometimes.

One day, you were invited to a party, and since you didn't really have anything better to do, you decided to attend it. You're sitting near the bar, when you see a man next to you. Anatole Kuragin. You'd heard of him before. Apparently, almost everyone swooned over him.

"Well, hello there. How about I buy you a drink, hm?"