Five

Ashton

Rotating the phone in my hand, my gaze shifted to the door in front of me. The sky above was overcast and looked like it would bring strong winds and heavy downpours. I should have brought an umbrella, and it seems Gunther was right about the weather today.

Just looked at my phone before boarding the plane three hours ago. It says Moscow will be sunny. But my expectations changed upon getting out of the private plane. Hearing the sound of the vehicles passing behind my back and the constant chatting of people walking on the sidewalk, which the road was between the apartment building, some establishments, and stores.

I also did not expect to meet him in front of the barbershop. The location was pointing in here. Am I going in or not? At the same time, the glass door opened, and a man came out with his thick beard trimmed. He was wearing a black bonnet on his head, three inches shorter than my height. He was wearing a thick leather jacket, and his black eyes looked at me for a mo