We had finally made it to the hotel, Ivan who drove us was a dangerous driver, bad enough with the snow let alone watching me throughout the car ride. It had started to piss me off and when I felt for my gun, I remembered I didn’t have it. I had to leave all my stuff at home as it would ever pass into the country and cause a stir at the airport. The snow plough incident kept his eyes on the road for a few moments till he pulled over, I mean how could he not see it, it was bright yellow hard to miss.
Ruslan done everything at the front desk, I didn’t pay much attention as I looked around, checking for all the exits, what windows opened and who was around us. Looking at the people were in a posh high-end hotel. I agreed to go in the lift to go our room but let Ruslan know we will walk down
