Ooooh—
Ooooh—
Amid the sonorous whistle of the steam engine, a pair of leather boots stepped onto the platform of Tobolsk. The platform was shrouded in smoke and the dim glow of gas lamps above swayed in the wind, while the surroundings buzzed with activity.
"Let's go."
The man, dressed in a suit and wearing a bowler hat, extended a generous hand to the little girl in a white dress beside him.
"Hmm!"
Carrying a black case and holding his daughter with one arm, the man made his way through the crowded platform, exhaled a white breath into the air, looked around, and eventually chose a four-wheeled carriage parked by the street.
"To No. Fifty Five Qiming Street."
"Right away!"
The coachman, clad in a leather coat, cracked his whip, and the carriage immediately set off into the spacious street, quickly speeding along the banks of the Tobol River.
