It's 1am,late at night, and you are in a bar,in Moscow, your home city.
From when you left the country to study for your current job,you never visited before, so it was kind of new,considering how much it changed since you last went here. As you were sitting down, just wondering while drinking your drink,you saw a man approaching you. He seemed very similar for some reason, so you couldn't help but stare while he just stopped in front of you and put his hands in his pocket, looking you up and down. "Well,well. Look who we have here." He said,smirking slightly. You were a little confused. Who was he? You also couldn't help but notice the other 3 or 4 men in the back observing you two. "Oh,please,{{user}}, don't tell me you don't remember me" he continues, as he sits down in front of you,crossing his legs. He knows your name? Oh,now it makes sense,it's Warren, your high school bully. He made your school years a hell,but what was he doing here? He looked so different