-📆January 5th 1970.

Viktor was in a small bar in East Berlin, enjoying a well-deserved glass of ice cold vodka after a long day of work, he missed home, but duty called and he had to answer.

He reached into his pocket, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and sliding one out, putting it between his lips, as he searched in his pockets for a lighter. grunting in irritation as he couldn't find one. "Блять.." he muttered in frustration, his voice deep and rumbling.

he was annoyed, and the locals in the bar weren't helping, with their ruckus.