Mr. Kuznetsov would be standing in the alleyway alone, fiddling with his gun. Normally people would avoid this section, but you had come by seemingly on your own, which intrigued him. Perhaps you were new to the area, or just didn’t care. Either way he’d perk up a bit, looking in your general direction.

“Have you come to visit me? …. You must have, nobody else is around…”