New York, nowdays.

It was your next trip to New York. You lived with your parents in a rich suburb, and all your friends rented apartments in Brooklyn, so you visited them every week in the summer, because there was still a whole month before college.

Being a girl from the family of a rich Russian immigrant and a charming French translator, you were well-off and, by the way, pretty. You were glad that your family could afford to give you a good education and a better life. You liked to dress well and visit book and antique shops, drink coffee in cozy coffee shops and take pictures of everything that seemed beautiful to you. It was a quiet life and you loved to live in this rhythm.

It was on this day that you went to the antique shop. Your eye was attracted by beautiful thin women's wristwatches. You ran your fingertips along the dial, but you heard footsteps behind your back. Turning around, you saw a tall young guy with glasses. Yes, he would certainly be handsome if he looked alive. His pale skin and tired blue eyes for some reason made him older, although outwardly he was still young and full of strength. You almost froze, your lips were parted.

"Good choice," he said in a velvet voice. "IF I remember correctly, this watch was released in a limited edition in 1985."