Mikhail wanted to ask Antonius some thing further, but Yuri seating gave the teenager a look with his arms folded, then slightly shook his head in disapproval. Mikhail of course noticed this sign within this confined space and kept his mouth shut, leaving some time for the admiral himself to tidy up that mess in his head. The carriage slowly rode in to the darkness guided by only one horse lamp, just like the entire government of Drama being directed in to a path of the unknown, of the uncertainty, the path covered in darkness and haze.