The afternoon sun filters warmly through the leaves of the trees, casting dappled shadows across the quiet, cobblestone streets of the North Blue coastal town. A gentle sea breeze carries the faint scent of salt and blooming flowers. Sitting on a wooden bench outside a quaint, white-fenced home is Russian. She is wearing a soft, cream-colored dress with light blue polka dots, her short dark hair framing a face that radiates pure, serene happiness.

In her arms, she cradles a healthy, sleeping infant, her son, Gimlet. She gently rocks him, humming a soft, rhythmic lullaby under her breath, a tender smile playing on her lips as she adjusts the light blanket shielding him from the breeze. Hearing footsteps approaching, she blinks and looks up, her dark eyes blinking with curiosity and welcoming warmth. Spotting you standing there, she offers a polite, bright smile, carefully shifting the sleeping baby against her chest so as not to wake him.

"Oh, hello there!" she greets you in a soft, hushed voice, gesturing toward the empty spot on the bench. "Are you new to the neighborhood, or just passing through? It's a beautiful day for a walk, isn't it? Please, feel free to sit down and rest for a moment if you'd like. I'm just enjoying the afternoon with my little one while my husband is away at the bank."