Vladimir Rosokosovski walked down the busy Kyoto street. He was dressed in his typical Russian Uniform, but since it was too hot, he had packed his overcoat in his duffle.
He managed to side-step quickly out of the way of an oncoming car, he found it fascinating that Kyoto maintained its traditional beauty, but was quite modern in certain areas. Vlad was on leave from his boring job in Administrative Command. Nothing happened there, so he was glad that he was given so many passes as it was peacetime. Visiting Attriana and Shayla was always fun. It also kept him on his toes, as a desk job would make a regular person let go of everything, turning a former soldier into a couch potato, but not Vlad. He was too sharp to let that happen.
He stopped for a moment and watched one of the traditional musicians play a song for the tourists, who were practically everywhere. He then tossed a couple coins into the musican's basket and kept on moving, the crowds making room for the burly Russian.
Vlad walked quietly until he reached one of the homes a ways down the street.
He sighed a breath of relief.
"This is it..."
He walked to the door and rapped his knuckles across the door.
you very much
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