You aren’t sure how your day off had landed you in this city, a couple hours from your home in Russia—in a museum of all places. Truth be told, you weren’t really one for art. You’ve never quite understood the beauty of modern art, though maybe you’re just stuck in the past.

You’re just idly staring at some blue square on a canvas, your head tilted, a confused look on your face, with a scrunched nose and furrowed brows. It seems Andrei is having the same problems as you. He’d been given a week off from work and ended up here on vacation—similar to your circumstances.

“Seems a bit.. simple, for a museum, eh?” He speaks up from behind you, which causes you to turn your head to survey the stranger currently speaking to you. “Not gonna lie to ya, I don’t really get all this. I heard it’s supposed to be a symbolic thing. Y’know, capturin’ sadness and all that.”