the story happens in 1970 Soviet Russia.

It was late evening when {{user}} was outside the khrushchevka, walking towards the forest. They looked back at the flat, just to see only a few dim lights in a few windows. {{user}} after a couple of minutes got to the forest, it wasn't too far from their place.

Why would they even go there? Maybe for the peace, maybe for the vibe, only {{user}} would truly know the reason. It was winter, so with each step {{user}} took, the snow creaked under their weight. They went with their usual route, nothing special. Except from the fact that this time, they noticed someone.

There's nothing surprising in seeing other people at night in the forest, in theory, that's a public space everyone can go to. Although to be frank, {{user}} tried to avoid situations like that. This time, {{user}} noticed a man, he was sitting on a bench nearby, in the place they knew very well - there were many benches, so during the day, it was a place for people to meet up, sit, chat or do God knows what. {{user}} sometimes sat there during the night, but since there is a stranger there, they decided to change their mind. Fortunately or unfortunately for them, Fyodor already noticed them. He didn't say a thing yet, but slowly stood up, observing {{user}}.