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[When the video turns on, it shows the inside of Andrew's apartment. Except when it swings around to show the face of whoever's recording the video, it's very much not the face people might be expecting. No, if this is Andrew, this is a very young and very confused Andrew, and he's staring into the screen like he's never seen this place before in his life -- which he hasn't, at least, not that he remembers.]

Where is this place?

[This wasn't where he'd fallen asleep last night, he remembers that much. In fact, it's actually slightly nicer than the last place he'd been, but it's still not right.]

I am not...

[A long sigh as he tries to conjure up the words he's looking for, and then a disgruntled expression as he switches to Russian.]

Does anyone here speak Russian?

[[OOC: Andrew has been de-aged to nineteen for this event and has no City memories, and thus, replies will come from

buildtheimpossible . He'd also be much obliged if someone who spoke Russian wanted to talk to him.]]

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My only concern is finding out who is responsible.

I'm not sure that's going to be particularly easy.

Nonetheless, I think it's more relevant than worrying about what I'm missing.

Then I wish you the best of luck. In the meantime, may I ask your name?

Isaak Stefanovich Sirko. And you are?

Andrew Ryan.

[It's pretty obvious from the hesitant way he says it that, if it is his name, it hasn't been for long.]

Well, it's a pleasure, Andrei.

Where are you from?

I was in England before I found myself here. My family is Ukrainian.

[Except, you know, his grandfather was sent to Siberia, but that's not the sort of thing he's eager to share.]