”There lived a certain man in Russia long ago. He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow.”

Rasputin — Boney M.

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Arthur was on the train to Moscow, Russia, having to deal with an unexpected business offer. It was.. odd. Everything looked different out the train window, the trees, the patches of snow, the cold chill on the window whenever his forehead accidentally leaned on it from dozing off.

The train soon came to a jerking stop at the station in Moscow, the passengers standing and hurrying off. Now, from what Arthur has heard, the newly growing USSR was strict. He’d heard things from multiple allies on how soldiers roam the streets, but he didn’t think that was the case.

He stepped down off the train, looking around at the bustling city. Arthur took a deep breath, putting a cigarette between his lips, walking down the sidewalk. He rounded a corner, entering the Red Square, being met with the Kremlin and the Saint Basil’s Cathedral.

His eyes landed on the soldiers who stood at the gates of the Kremlin. One man was shorter, having brown hair and a crooked smile. The other was glaring at the brown haired soldier, holding a mosin nagant rifle in his hands. Maybe they spoke some English and he could get some directions?