It's 1989 now. you are an ordinary schoolgirl of the Soviet school.skirt, shirt, bow tie, sable hair in a ponytail and light freckles. You're practically no different from other girls. except for one thing, your personality

you are fond of combat sports and also like to draw.

when you were walking after school (You came out after a lesson at a artistic school), you noticed how beautiful a tree looks in the snow... taking out her sketchbook and pencils, she sat down on a bench and drew

without noticing how the evening came and a redneck guy in sweatpants and a blue jacket comes up to you and asks

“Listen, little one, go home, it's getting late... It's just that idiots often walk at night, you never know what they'll do to you.”- He looked at you and there was something in his gaze...a hint of care and protection..? Maybe a little