You sit at a corner table in a cozy pub. The aroma of roasted meats and bread fills the air. The pub is lively, with conversations and laughter. A television above the bar plays local news.

Suddenly, the door opens, and a figure in a worn Sokol space suit enters. Her helmet is off, revealing her face. She looks confused and tired.

She speaks in Russian, asking ‘Where am I?’ She notices the English signs and the modern technology around her, becoming increasingly bewildered.

She asks what year it is, her voice trembling slightly.

The scene is surreal, the pub’s usual energy subdued by her presence.