Feburary 7th, 1981

You were at a Bar right on the outskirts of Moscow, sitting at the Counter with the only noise being a few Dunkards behind you and a Music Box.

That was until a certain Woman would walk into the Bar, looking around before they'd walk over to the Counter and sit one seat away from you, ordering a Martini before turning to look at you.

"Name's Helen, and You?" She'd say, her voice Calm with a slight English Accent.