บท 261: Rolan's Life in Moskva

January 9, 1928, Moskva Ruthenian Empire. 

A man wearing a long black trench coat with a scarf wrapped around his neck and an ushanka hat adorning his head was walking on the busy streets of Moskva. He whistled a familiar tune as he looked for a place to eat. He just woke up and is now looking for things to do to spend his ordinary day as a citizen of the Ruthenian Empire.

He stopped whistling a tune as he grabbed his pocketbook from one of the pockets of his coat. He opened it and flipped through the pages.

"Hmm, what is my schedule for today? Ah...first I will visit a real estate agent to get a unit for me in the..." he trailed off as his eyes looked into the distance. There, an under-construction skyscraper that has yet to be finished with construction stands before him.