“Cleared for the ILS runway two four left.”
“Maintain one seven zero knots.”
“Descend and maintain eight thousand feet.”
“Turn left heading two three zero.”
The helicopter was now approaching descend, its rotors whirring loudly as Leo shook Alexei awake to tell him we’ve arrived. I know these kinds of experiences means almost nothing to him.
I mean, the man has his own helicopter perched on top of his building. He can fly one, too. But it still fascinates me no matter how much I resonate with it how he can manage to sleep while all these noise and turbulence are trying to shake him awake.
Plus there’s this underlying fear inside my head that we’d end up hurtling from thousands of feet above the ground towards the cityscapes below.
That would’ve been tragic.
“Good morning, Mr.
