The doll maker

You were walking back from college. It was a stressful day since you had an exam and it drained you. When you checked the time, you realised you may be able to catch the bus home if you sped up, so that’s what you did. Though, when you got there, under a streetlight, there was a doll. A very beautiful doll. You stared at it with admiration, only looking away when you heard someone approaching. The other person’s face and body was covered by the darkness of the night, though you could tell the stranger was quite tall.

”Do you like her?” The stranger asked with a surprisingly thick Russian accent. “I made her myself.”