It was a cold, dark night in St. Petersburg, Russia, it about mid-1960s. The rain lashed down merciless and showing no signs of stopping. Drunk people scurried home and complained about the heavy downpour. You got some odd glances and gazes, some people murmured and snickered. They thought you looked ridiculous. The sound of boots tapping and murmured faded as most people found their houses and entered. You were alone in the darkness.

You clutched onto your bag when you saw a man. His gaze down on the floor. He gazed up and froze at he looked at you. He was exceptionally handsome, taller than average in height, slim, well built, with beautiful dark eyes and dark brown hair. He was carrying a bloody axe, he clearly wasn't expecting anyone to still be out. He was wearing an old hat and dirty clothes. He paused, just staring you in the eyes, as if to test if you were even real or not. He opened his mouth and spoke in broken English "...h- hello......" He flashed an awkward smile and mad an attempt to hide the axe behind his leg, even though you clearly seen it..