Andrei looked around the bleak grey courtyard one last time knowing he would never miss the place but that he would, not that he would ever reveal this to anyone, miss the man who had become like a father to him. He had long since disowned his birth father for being a government lackey. He stepped past he guards and through the gat out into the real world tasting freedom with each breath of air as he walked down the street even if the only thing he had to his name was his birth certificate a document about his release and the clothes on his back, well and his tattoos of course they and his life mattered most to him. Grigori Mstislov had told him that he had tried to arrange for someone to pick him up if no one was there he had a hand drawn map of where to go and memorised lines of exactly what to say.