The man behind the desk stared at the identity with terror wide eyes.<br/>"Room 203" he said handing the officer a key.  He stepped back quickly into the shadows out of reach.<br/><br/>"I don't know anything about them" he said without prompting "they came by train though, the Moscow line.<br/>They are out at the moment, I don't know where" he said.<br/><br/><br/>(assuming you want to go up to the room)<br/><br/>The small twin room held two single beds, pushed away from eachother against the walls.<br/>Between them there were two cases resting on twin night stands.<br/><br/>They were both locked<br/><br/>A wardrobe in the corner was the only other furniture.<br/>Clothes hanging inside, (a mixture of dresses and suits) smelled strongly of cigarettes and alcohol.<br/><br/>Outside in the street a soft rain began to fall quickly slickening the streets and lowering the temperature of the already cool air.