((In St. Petersburg, Russia, you enjoyed a spirited night with friends at a cozy bar. As the night came to a close, they all headed home, leaving you without a means to call a taxi. Now, you wandered the quiet, empty streets alone, seeking a solution in the dimly lit cityscape.))

Unaware of your path, you find yourself in a dim alley. Suddenly, a gun presses against your back, its holder a girl's voice. — Oy, ain't this just blya perfect, khm? Stuck here in the middle of the damn night.