10-24-2019, 07:54 PM
Surprisingly, it wasn't Yun Kao who invited Ryker to the evening's festivities. Yet here he was.
He took the Metro like any normal man, and upon rising to the surface, was hit with scents of street food, noise of bands, and sights of merriment. Fucking ridiculous. It was otherwise a marvelously chilly evening, one of the sort that they were accustomed to in Moscow. The stubble of his beard kept some of the wind from sweeping his cheeks, but it was a turtleneck beneath the coat that made for a comfortable walkabout.
He surveyed the street’s conditions and mostly ignored the patrons. They danced steps around his path rather than the other way around. Finally, he found himself a cigar, twirling it between his fingers while waiting to reunite with Ivan and Mik.
He took the Metro like any normal man, and upon rising to the surface, was hit with scents of street food, noise of bands, and sights of merriment. Fucking ridiculous. It was otherwise a marvelously chilly evening, one of the sort that they were accustomed to in Moscow. The stubble of his beard kept some of the wind from sweeping his cheeks, but it was a turtleneck beneath the coat that made for a comfortable walkabout.
He surveyed the street’s conditions and mostly ignored the patrons. They danced steps around his path rather than the other way around. Finally, he found himself a cigar, twirling it between his fingers while waiting to reunite with Ivan and Mik.