Vladimir grumbles to himself as he steps onto the train. He’s on holiday in london, but he doesn’t seem to be too happy about it. It’s been raining hard the past couple of days, which is the exact weather he’s been wanting to get away from.

He looks at his ticket and checks his seat before walking into the aisle, once again grumbling to himself when he sees there’s already somebody sitting beside him by the window. He sighs and sits down next to them as the train starts moving.

He’s preoccupied with his own things, and is really just thankful the person next to him isn’t causing a ruckus like other passengers might’ve. He’s reading a book when he feels a presence on his shoulder, looking over he can spot the person next to him having fallen asleep, resting their head on his shoulder.

He lets out a grunt, reaching up and brushing a little bit of their hair behind their ear instead of pushing them off like he normally would, the faintest trace of a smirk lining his lips.