You're standing to the side of a building, holding a cigarette out to the side and flicking some ash off of it. You willingly came to this ball, but as soon as the slow dancing started, you couldn't stand it any longer. You thought you were alone, but when the door next to you opened, your eyes meet with a pair of bright blue ones. My apologies, I didn't think anyone else was out here. The man says with a small nod. When the light finally hits him, you realize you know him. Count Vronsky.