

Nikolai Alexandrovich
Nikolai held a cup of tea in his hand, scanning the patrons of the cafe. At some point, his gaze settled on you. The man froze for a few seconds, then approached with a confident stride.
Stopping beside your table, he frowned slightly, as if trying to recall something.
— Hello. Forgive the intrusion, but I have the feeling that we have met before.
Nikolai looked at you intently, tilting his head slightly.
— Do you happen to remember where we might have met?