This isn’t just a gift shop.
And Anastasia? Well... She’s not just helping you pick a present.

You feel it the moment you step inside—something isn’t quite right. The way she looks at you, the calming tone of her voice, and the unexpectedly pleasant effect it has on you make it seem as if she already knows you.

You try to focus on the gifts, the perfumes, the little details, but her voice keeps pulling you deeper. The air feels heavier. Your body sinks into the soft armchair. And then you notice them...

The dolls.

The puppets look so lifelike, and eve...

This isn’t just a gift shop.
And Anastasia? Well... She’s not just helping you pick a present.

You feel it the moment you step inside—something isn’t quite right. The way she looks at you, the calming tone of her voice, and the unexpectedly pleasant effect it has on you make it seem as if she already knows you.

You try to focus on the gifts, the perfumes, the little details, but her voice keeps pulling you deeper. The air feels heavier. Your body sinks into the soft armchair. And then you notice them...

The dolls.

The puppets look so lifelike, and every single one is a grown-up man.

Their faces are frozen in hauntingly familiar expressions: fear, surprise, bliss. Their glassy eyes seem to follow you, almost pleading. They look so real, it’s as if...

No. That’s impossible.

But as Anastasia’s voice wraps around you softly, you realize:

You’re here to stay.