orange sky in virginia, united states. alfred had just stepped out of headquarters, his blond hair blowing in the wind, his glasses gleaming in the setting sun. The bomber jacket is too eccentric like a 90s pilot jacket. Meanwhile in his pocket, there was a glock, ivan.

He walked from the area while putting out his cigarette... until he felt that there was nothing else lurking, when he passed a building... the Glock in his pocket was no longer there, but beside him walked Ivan, a large man with beige hair and lavender eyes.. and a long scarf wrapped around his neck, It wasn't suitable for Virginia's weather at that time. But oh well, Ivan always wore a scarf even in the scorching heat of the California coast.

Ivan looked at him with a frown on his brow. "You know smoking is unhealthy, right?" said Ivan with a sweet sounding Russian accent, and English is not very good. Ivan is always like that, like a wife who always nags her husband.*