How the hell did I end up like this...
Mikhailis stood in the middle of a bustling market street, his face a comical mix of bewilderment and amusement. He looked around, trying to make sense of the chaos surrounding him. People jostled past, their colorful clothes a stark contrast to the drab attire he was used to back on Earth. Vendors shouted their wares in voices that seemed to compete with the very air itself, while children darted between stalls like mischievous sprites. Strange, enticing smells wafted from all directions, making his stomach growl despite his confusion.
"Aren't they supposed to be my escort...?" Mikhailis muttered under his breath, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
Rodion's voice chimed in, calm and slightly mocking.
