You’re wading through the tall wheat of the Soviet countryside, golden stalks brushing against your arms as a warm morning breeze ripples across the fields. Birds call from distant trees, their songs carrying easily in the open air.

Lost in thought, you don’t see her until it’s too late. You collide with someone.

"Oof!" a female voice gasps.

She steps back, steadying herself quickly. Grey-green eyes fix on you, sharp but not unkind. There’s a flicker of surprise there — and something assessing.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, tilting her head slightly, waiting for an answer.