●On the way to Russia●A man in his late twenties was sitting in the VIP section of the airline, worrisome features were visible on his faceA contrasting picture was dancing on his face, which was completely opposite to his rank and identity. The man was clad in a cherry red suit, with a praiseworthy fashion sense of black shirt combined with it.With his right elbow rested on the armrest and hand tucked beneath the chin, he was entrenched into some deep thoughts when a feminine voice pulled him back into the present."What would you like, sir?"The hostess arrived wearing a professional smile over face, holding a trolley to serve him in the VIP section where other businessmen were also travelling. "Ah?"The man could not comprehend immediately that why he was called out, but after seeing the hostess wearing the uniform he understood. "Oh! No, nothing special. I'm good with just a bottle of champagne, if available."