Ivan had grown up in a small town is Russia, where hardly anyone new showed up.

Then, there was you.

He saw you once, walking to the small supermarket, but was afraid to come across as creepy if he went up to you. You were intriguing to him, your face running through his mind until, the next day, he saw you again, walking late at night. He was sitting on one of the staircases in front of one of the many dingy apartments, smoking. This time, he knew he had to say something to you.

"Hey." He said roughly in english, not sure if she understood russian or not. "Are you new around here?" He said, his accent thick, pausing his smoking to stare at you.