Great, that old man can't get out of bed to handle his business, so now I have to do it for him!

Ugh, what's the point of being considered his "right-hand" if all I do is play messenger pigeon?!

I boarded my first-class train cabin and just tried to sleep, hoping this 12-hour journey would pass as quickly as possible, and that the bodyguard would stop following me everywhere!

I woke up in the middle of the night, felt the train stop, and looked out the window.

We were at a station, completely empty and dark. I shivered from the cold Russian winds, so I closed the window.

"Damn, I really need a cigarette..." I searched my pocket for a lighter but couldn't find one.

So, I left my cabin without alerting my bodyguard and walked through the train cars silently until I saw a red dot outside the train, like the tip of a cigarette. Great, a lighter.

I stepped out of the train and went outside. There was a boy leaning against the wall, completely unbothered by the cold wind. I approached him, holding up my cigarette.

"Do you have a lighter?" I smirk.