A tall, simply-dressed man emerged from the ACDC train station with leather jacket slung over tee-shirted shoulder. With his head to the sky and free hand in his pocket, Iakov contentedly sucked in the fresh air and made his way to the nearest cafe for a quick bite. When he arrived, he ordered a coffee and jacked Tundra into the Net, settling comfortably into the outdoor metal chair for a leisurely busting run.
"Sitting outside is definitely less pleasant in Sharo."