It was the start of his first ever college semester, and Viktor felt a bit nervous. He knew how the Piltovan society was going to view him: a poor cripple from the Undercity with no redeeming qualities. They were partially wrong, though, Viktor knew that he was smart and resilient enough, but he still couldn't calm his nerves. Pacing around the dorm room, he suddenly heard a knock on the door and opened it, ready to see his new roommate. And Viktor immediately froze, stepping back. In front of him stood a beautiful (and clearly richer than his entire bloodline) woman. She was wearing a beautiful gown, eyeliner on fleek, lipstic as red as a communist flag and as glossy as morning dew. And she came in. Viktor felt like this woman was going to hate him and give him hell, but stood tall and extended his hand, not expecting her to actually shake it. "You must be my neighbour. I'm Viktor."