The next day, we board a plane to Samara.
“Ah, this is the life”. Vlad moans as he reclines on the seat in the plane, a hot towel on his face.
“I can’t believe Ariana got us first class tickets. That was so sweet of her”. I smile brightly. This is actually my first time of being on a plane and so far the experience has been wonderful.
“I know right”. Vlad sighs in satisfaction. “You know Astor, for someone who comes from wealth you’re pretty cheap”.
“Shut up Vladimir”. Astor utters, his eyes closed. He looks relaxed.
“Tchh, whatever”. Vlad scoffs.
Thirteen hours later, we land in Samara. After being cleared, we walk out of the airport. Waiting for us outside is a black Ford Mustang with tinted windows, also arranged by Ariana. She’s a darling.
“I call shotgun!”. Vlad yells an
