A Good Rest Is Half A Battle
I had always known that I couldn't trust anyone in Russia. It was a country of secrets, where even the closest friends could turn out to be enemies. That's why I am hesitant to contact my old allies, who are now my enemies, for help.
But some of my old allies are members of the Russian mafia, a group of people who would stop at nothing to protect their interests. I had crossed them in the past, and I knew that they would not be happy to hear from me. But I have no choice. I have to take the risk.
I had unknowingly stepped out into the bustling streets of Moscow. It was so cold that one could see their breath forming mists as they exhaled. With a robe from the ancient civilizations compared to everyone's flurry coats, I was the odd one out and surely caught the attention of everyone I passed.