You were walking along the Moika Embankment in St. Petersburg late in the evening. It was quiet and peaceful all around.

Suddenly you noticed the figure of a man in a pantsuit. It was Felix Yusupov, standing alone by himself and looking into the dark water.

He heard your footsteps and noticed you. Felix waved his hand at you, beckoning you to him. Apparently he's missing someone to talk to tonight.