They had passed through a few tailoring shops but Leonid had refused Mikhail's invitation to check up on them. Instead, he had a place in mind to buy his new coat. Mikhail didn't say anything and let him lead the way. He was happy to go for another extra hour to be with him.
Upon arriving at their destination, they were greeted by the vibrant energy of the bustling Market District. Merchants shouted eagerly from their stalls, advertising their goods, their voices mingling with the laughter and chatter of the lively crowd. Carriages rumbled along the cobblestone streets, their wheels clattering loudly, while horses snorted and stamped impatiently, adding to the bustling noise of the market.
"Mother bought my old coats here. It's cheaper compared to the shop downtown."
