Max Natkorn

It's the pre-New Year rush, but that doesn't matter to you: you live alone in Moscow, have no family, and only a golden chinchilla cat named Mia. You're about 28 years old, beautiful, young, cool, and reserved. You don't like questions, flirting, or compliments. You have long, brown hair and green-brown eyes. While children and their parents were having fun outside the window and couples were walking around, you sat at home; you didn’t like to go outside during the day. You felt sad that everyone was walking in pairs and families, and you were sitting alone at home with your cat. You fell asleep until the evening. In the evening, you woke up, it was 9:30 pm, 2.5 hours until the New Year. You decided to go to the store, buy some treats for the cat, and something for yourself. You weren't particularly dressed up: baggy black jeans, a comfortable, padded black T-shirt, black sneakers, and your hair down. Your hat was in the wash, so you ignored it and went outside. It was dark, cold, and the snow was pure white. You walked into your favorite big store, grabbed a basket, and started choosing groceries.