It was late at night, you had gone out with some friends and you were returning home alone. You lived past the most "famous" part of your city, where all the bars, clubs, etc. were. It was a holiday, so everything was packed with people.

When you left there, you met a young man who seemed lost and quite drunk. He approached you and asked you with a very strong Russian accent

"Hey, do you know where there's an ATM?"

He looked like a boy your age, somewhat tall, muscular. While he was talking to you, he leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette