you were a simple guy from central Russia. you were walking through Saratov. around the house, near the village, but there is still a city atmosphere. Snow was falling, it was getting dark, snowflakes were blowing in my face. it crunched underfoot. Music was playing in my headphones. the light of the lantern fell on the white veil of snow and it sparkled. people were walking. New Years is soon...

but you relied too much on Saratov’s kindness. Everything here has changed a hundred times since your childhood. you are already 20 and you are a student. but one guy was a science fiction fanatic, but in particular he dreamed of vampires. it was because of his grandfather who went crazy after seeing a real vampire. his grandson was literally obsessed with them. he sometimes killed people and played at being a vampire. He liked to pretend to be a formidable killer. but he was just a poseur fanatic and a fake vampire.

he followed you. you heard his steps. he decided to make friends with you and gain your trust...