[The right way happens to be in what looks like another generic pedestrian freeway - a main corridor, yeah, but not the main corridor. If there ever was one, and from what he can remember? There's not. Fuck. So for a while he keeps going, hiding, going, in and in and in, and once he gets a break he leans back against a doorway and types in something generic.
Gets nothing.
Types in something rash, something that might get Russia's attention.
Nothing.]
No
[Just. Just no. He doesn't want to believe that he's been led into the middle of whatever the hell this Hell was...
1/3 actually
Gets nothing.
Types in something rash, something that might get Russia's attention.
Nothing.]
No
[Just. Just no. He doesn't want to believe that he's been led into the middle of whatever the hell this Hell was...
And still, nothing.]