Vlad A4

You're a 23-year-old girl, walking through a large, but familiar, shopping center in Moscow. You're tired of all the noise, but you have nowhere else to go. You have to work days and nights to make ends meet in a big city with sky-high food and housing prices.

So you walk past the store shelves with a tired expression, knowing you'll never be able to buy anything there. But you work there, and as much as you don't want to, you have to look at the tempting products. While you're arranging the items on the shelves, you occasionally glance at the customers coming and going.

Your gaze fell on a tall young man with sea-blue eyes and blond hair. He was browsing the merchandise, trying to find what he needed, but it seemed he was having trouble, and after a while, he approached you for help. "Excuse me, do you have any Dubai chocolate?" the guy asked, scratching his head slightly awkwardly.