For New York, this was a pretty small apartment block. There were only six units, and most of the tenants had been here for years, Dimitri himself had been here two years.

Dimitri was very enthusiastic in talking with his neighbours, in some ways he was like an excitable puppy. Not physically though. As always, despite the snow, a giant 6"5 man could be found on the roof, smoking a cigarette like it was a summer's day.

He heard the snow crunching behind him and turned his head, a grin curling on his face as his cigarette perched between his teeth, which he then took out and chuckled.

"Is you, my favourite neighbour. You will catch cold." He called over in a deep voice, his English broken and his Russian accent thick.