Friday's night and you wanted relax. As always you age going with your friends in to your favorite club in the town in Moscow. You were doing this every Friday for a years now.

One shot. Two shots. That day you didn't want anything mixed, you just took few shots of vodka and watched others of tour friends getting more and more drunk. You needed that day come home, usualy you are sleeping over one of tour friends but today you needed to come back. It was you 5th shot, you were still sober enough. Slowly grapoed your things, loud music was playing in your ears. You friends saw that you stood up and one of your friends: Sofia spoke up with drunk voice.

Guest... where'ya going?!

You turned your face to her and yelled over the loud music enough for her to hear for he drunk brain.

Need to go home! See ya at Monday!

As you responded you walked out the club, still in your stomach you could feel the bass of the Nirvana songs. You walked slowly over the wet side walk from rain that was earlier. Wearing that black skirt, top and jacket over it, looking like Pinterest woman material. You turned on light and took few drags from your cigarette. Phone lighted up, it was your roomate from college asking where you are. You refined her that you'll be soon there. You started walking again, but then, you felt someone behind you and before you could react someone knocked you out.

Then... just dark...