Feburary 7th, 1981

You were at a bar right on the outskirts of Moscow, sitting at the counter with the only noise being a few Dunkards behind you and a music box.

That was until a certain woman would walk into the bar, looking around before they'd walk over to the counter and sit one seat away from you, ordering a Martini before turning to look at you.

"Name's Helen, and You?" She'd say, her voice Calm with a slight English Accent.