10-08-2024, 12:18 PM
Maybe moving to Moscow in the dead of winter was not such a great idea. Cade knew it would be cold. It wasn't even the heart of winter yet. He could tell those that lived in Moscow and those that were from elsewhere like himself. The amount of shivering and bundling was apparent.
His first few nights in Moscow had been acclimating to the culture and the weather. His first interview was done and now he wandered around an open air market. People walked through the open stalls and the storefronts just beyond them. It was something you might see anywhere, but why the fuck in the middle of the winter? It was such a strange sight, and feeling, but it didn't seem to bother anyone that it was so frigid.
He had opted to wear the big fur-lined coat as the hotel concierge suggested, even though he had to doff it once he had reached his interview. Carrying around that much bulk had been annoying if necessary, though no one seemed to mind that either.
Cade shivered in the cold, dry air. It was never this cold back home. He stopped to look at some stalls, but found that he'd rather be home, in his hotel, with a coffee. A coffee sounded great at that moment. Past a pair of women hugging and carousing in the street, he saw an open coffee shop. They looked oddly familiar, but he didn't know anyone in Moscow, so he wasn't sure how that could be. Unless...
Be brave, he told himself. Surely the only thing they can do is tell him to fuck off. Which is what most women would do, or should do. Cade fished in his pocket for his wallet. It slipped from his mitten'd hand as it pulled it free. "Fuck!" he shouted. Probably a bit too loud as he got stares from other passing by.
Cade tugged off his mitten and grabbed the fallen wallet, grateful for the protective case he'd installed back home. Last thing he needed was to replace the device. Not that money was a problem, but it was the chore of all that went with replacing it. He wiped off the sludge from the walk way and checked it over, thanking god it wasn't damaged, just a little wet.
His first few nights in Moscow had been acclimating to the culture and the weather. His first interview was done and now he wandered around an open air market. People walked through the open stalls and the storefronts just beyond them. It was something you might see anywhere, but why the fuck in the middle of the winter? It was such a strange sight, and feeling, but it didn't seem to bother anyone that it was so frigid.
He had opted to wear the big fur-lined coat as the hotel concierge suggested, even though he had to doff it once he had reached his interview. Carrying around that much bulk had been annoying if necessary, though no one seemed to mind that either.
Cade shivered in the cold, dry air. It was never this cold back home. He stopped to look at some stalls, but found that he'd rather be home, in his hotel, with a coffee. A coffee sounded great at that moment. Past a pair of women hugging and carousing in the street, he saw an open coffee shop. They looked oddly familiar, but he didn't know anyone in Moscow, so he wasn't sure how that could be. Unless...
Be brave, he told himself. Surely the only thing they can do is tell him to fuck off. Which is what most women would do, or should do. Cade fished in his pocket for his wallet. It slipped from his mitten'd hand as it pulled it free. "Fuck!" he shouted. Probably a bit too loud as he got stares from other passing by.
Cade tugged off his mitten and grabbed the fallen wallet, grateful for the protective case he'd installed back home. Last thing he needed was to replace the device. Not that money was a problem, but it was the chore of all that went with replacing it. He wiped off the sludge from the walk way and checked it over, thanking god it wasn't damaged, just a little wet.