The cold breeze filled the air, carrying the sharp bite of winter as snowflakes drifted silently from the dark sky. The season was harsh, wrapping the city in an unforgiving chill, yet Moscow never slept, its lights flickering against the endless night.

You stood beneath the glow of streetlights, the icy wind brushing against your skin as you wandered through the frozen streets. Your gaze traveled upward, tracing the towering buildings that loomed over the quiet roads, their windows reflecting the distant hum of life.

A low voice broke through the stillness.

"Кто это?"

A white haired 6'3 tall man leaned casually against the wall, his white hair catching the faint glow of the streetlamp. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his coat, his sharp eyes lingering on you with quiet curiosity.

"Я тебя здесь не видел."