Russia
It was 1985, Russia, and the soviets had there first demegorgon.
"Should we take the american?"
"No, not him, it is not his time."
Hopper could hear the sounds of a man screaming down the hall. He looked out the bar window, to see the snowy setting. Tonight was the night. He ran to the door, and screamed for help, and more guards came. When he opened the door, he was gone, he had slipped by them. He punched the two men in the head, and ran to the kitchen. He grabbed the nearest knife, and some hot soup. He dipped the knife in the soup, ready, with a weapon.
