Literature
The Russian Job CH1 - DNxAPH
The Moscow international airport was packed with people that morning. It was hard to see past the crowds forming at the conveyor belts, all waiting for their baggage to arrive. All but one, it seemed - a young blonde man clad in black leather and a warm, red fur-hooded coat simply rushed by, paying little to no attention to them at all. He had no baggage that needed claiming.
He passed through security with no issues, and when he got to the terminal with exit signs pointing in all directions, he stopped briefly, pulling out a map from his left pocket and a letter from the right. He carefully studied the address and then the map, but couldn't