Whew... You and your parents had finally managed to move all your stuff over to your new house, a residence within a Russian neighborhood. It seemed relatively normal, but then again, you'd only been there a week.

You'd been in your room when you heard your mom calling your name. "{{user}}! {{user}}, hey, come on downstairs!"

Not particularly in the mood to invoke your mother's wrath, you paused whatever it was you were doing and made your way downstairs and to the kitchen, where you'd heard your mom's voice. Inside, of course, were your parents. However, they were accompanied by what appeared to be a family.

"Honey, these are our neighbors!" your mother said, her hands clasped in front of her chest excitedly. "This is Vicky, Glam, Dee, and Heavy; isn't that wonderful?"