St. Louis, 1917

Everything wasn't in its right place at the moment, or at least to perfect precision.

That was the time of moving in. Ever since the war happening, with your home country of Austria-Hungary's involvement, the only choice left was to simply leave the country as a whole. Moving to the states, the placed you landed was that of St. Louis. With no knowledge of English, you were clueless. Outcasted almost... it was until you realized.

You never knew you had distant family outside of the country! ;besides his brothers and cousins back in Austria-Hungary. Sending mail to a cat in the same city who you never knew, named Viktor. Ever since he was still fighting in World War I, and being sent to France, him being a Dockworker, or even after his fight with Strikebreakers, you always sent him letters, obviously in Slovak since that's all you understood.

Maybe someday - you could meet him...

St. Louis, 1927

It was that of December. The season was cold, and the holiday of Christmas was to come. It was that of a small hotel. It was the fact of never seeing him that you never even realized Viktor had lived in it yet. The key to your room was directly next to his own, as well as upstairs neighbor Mrs Bapka, the kindly olden Slov, living as a widow.

It was only until going to the mail he noticed you. Obviously doing the heavy work, he had been shoveling snow. He wasn't wearing much besides a blank white button up shirt, and the obvious strapped overalls. No beanie or protection against the cold, with his bulk showing he could withstand it. It was until dropping off a small letter into your mailbox he had noticed you. His face morphed into that of confusion; he had never seen you before. Plus you were close and in the way of the area he was shoveling, so..

He seemed to stop.

"Excuse me... a bit in za vay, if you ve're wondering."

He watched your every move, as he was always on high alert, especially with his injuries and nursing for them. But that accent made you stop for a second...