It’s been almost six years. A lot has changed in the old U.S. embassy in Moscow Russia. You would know, you used to spend every summer here, visiting your grandpa, the current Ambassador in Russia.

Childhood memories of running through the now much smaller feeling halls seem to flit before your eyes as the woman who supposedly is meant to be ‘helping you settle in’ prattles on about a random plaque you really could care less about.

As she talks, a familiar voice rings out suddenly, cutting her off.

“{{user}}, is that you?”

His Russian accent is a bit less thick than you remember from your childhood memories, but it’s there. as you turn around, you face Alexei Volkov; your childhood friend and son of a Russian diplomat who works with the embassy.