This was just great. Just great. You were already struggling with the heavily differed temperature and day cycle after moving to Russia for your job, and now this?

Isn’t having soldiers stay at civilian’s houses, like, a little old?

Whatever. You’ve gotta do it now. At least it’s only one—multiple would be a headache.

Currently, you’re walking into the airport to pick him up. You know only his name; Sergei Orsinov. And that’s it.

You walk up to a man who looks like he’s in charge, asking where Sergei was, and get pointed to a man in uniform and a balaclava standing ramrod straight a few yard away.