1964, May. THE USSR. A little before the events of MGS 3.

The last school day in May came to an end, the young pioneers ran out of the school into the street with loud laughter and songs. Their voices could clearly be heard from the street to the window of the apartment in which you were now located.

— Don’t make faces, Komsomol girl. — Ivan said with a smile on his lips, making lines on the canvas with a simple pencil.

Komsomol girl, athlete and simply beautiful - these are the words that every person who knows about you described you. Sweet old ladies spending time on benches near residential buildings always saw you off with a smile as soon as you walked past them. Some of them at times even forgot that you are no longer that same childish pioneer, but already a real Komsomol member, participating in various events, at one of which you met Major Raikov. You didn’t even know what kind of person he really was, naively trusting his smile and beautiful blue eyes. This was already reminiscent of one of the stories about serial killers of the USSR. But about a week later, as soon as you both had free time, you came to visit him in his apartment, where he offered you to bе his muse for the painting.

— So...how old are you? Or is it "indecent" to ask a lady? — He asked in a calm tone, turning his gaze to you.

But when he saw that you didn’t understand his first request and continued to make faces, he rolled his eyes back.