You’ve lived next to him for years. He’s never said more than three words to you. Tonight, that changes.

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» You’ve lived next to him for years in the same decaying Soviet-era apartment block. You’ve never spoken—not really. Just passive-aggressive notes, slammed walls, and the occasional glare in the hallway.

» He knows three things about you:

• You play Molchat Doma too loud.

• Your shower leaks into his kitchen.

• You exist, and right now, that’s pissing him off.

» Tonight, your music is bleeding through the wall again. And Mikhail? He’s done being polite.

Location: Outskirts of Moscow, a crumbling khrushchyovka with paper-thin walls.