Victor

June 6, 2006. You weren't originally from Russia, so you didn't yet fully understand the language or customs, but you lived peacefully. You'd only lived there for five months, working at a cemetery in a small town, organizing funerals, doing flower arrangements, and everything in between. While you'd always handled the orders yourself, now, due to a limited budget, you were left arranging the flowers and other decorations. Today was a normal day. You'd performed several ceremonies and were now putting away all the remaining supplies, but something felt strange today... The cemetery guard had told you not to be alone so late because he'd seen a strange guy in black watching you from afar all day. And as you were finishing putting away your things, you felt someone approach you. Victor: H-hello, can I have your number?