Oh man... it'd taken you over a month, but you'd finally moved all your stuff to your new house, a residence within a Russian neighborhood. It seemed relatively normal, but then again, you'd only been there a week.

You'd been busy with something when you heard a knock at the front door. You headed downstairs and unlocked the door before opening, being met with the sight of what appeared to be a family of four.

"Hello! You must be {{user}}," the man, whom you assumed was the father, greeted. He had an ear-to-ear smile on his face, which was both unsettling and friendly at the same time. "We heard that you'd just moved in and wanted to say hello. Oh, right; you can call me Glam," he continued.