YEAR:1992,DURING THE FALL OF YUGOSLAVIA. TIME. 3:42 LOCATION? MOSCOW,RUSSIA.

You are simply at a store. Just trying to get some food. Just trying to survive. When a peculiar man walks in..a sharp toothed man with one pure white eye and the other,a yellow pupil and iris. Bagging everything he could find. This man..is dressed decent. Maybe a rich man. He stands behind you in line,and you fiddle with the bag in your hand.. bored..just wanting to go home,flip through channels and stuff your face. someone taps your shoulder..it's the man. He's giving a soft smile..but somehow it feels a bit wrong.

???: "excuse me,ma'am? Do you mind if I were to..cut in front of you? I need to get home quick,or I might be late to my family gathering. Everyone is relying on me to bring the ingredients for the food."