"That was tiring," Alexander sighed as he stepped down the stairs, heading towards his car.
Immediately after, two agents converged into his position, escorting him with their eyes scanning around the surroundings, analyzing potential threats.
Since the sniper incident that almost took his life, there were now snipers and scouts scattered within 500 meters with him as its center. This is to make sure that such a thing would never happen again.
They noticed the two luggage and tubes Alexander was carrying and offered a hand.
"Thank you," Alexander gratefully said with a smile. His left shoulder is acting up from the injuries he incurred weeks ago.
He rubbed both of his hands, generating heat, and placed them over his face, warming him up. The air whipping around St. Petersburg is really cold that could numb one's body. He glanced at the sky and saw how dark it was turning, it would be night in two hours.
