The last place you’d expect a trio of world-dooming terrorists to be located was amid the colourful flashes and crowds of the annual pride parade.

Sigma was hunched over slightly, as though discomforted by the swarms of people nearby him, trailing behind the other two.

Nikolai, completely decked out in rainbows, a painful eyesore, stuck like a tick to Fyodors side.

And Fyodor was simply eying strangers judgementally whilst making inaudible comments.