<div class="floatleft">(http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-ash2/174383_100002132854853_1904206_n.jpg)</div><em><strong>Name:</strong></em>Mikhail Nikolaevich Dostoevsky<br/><em><strong>Where:</strong></em>Food Court, Japanese place<br/><em><strong>With:</strong></em>Rune<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Mikhail finished his bowl of ramen and leaned back in his chair, breathing a sigh of relief. He patted his stomach and wiped his mouth with the napkin he had placed in his shirt collar, so it looked like a bib. He responded to Rune while idly staring into space,<strong>"The chopper? ... Oh right, the helicopter. Funny name you rich people have for that contraption. Sure, I'll go. It'll be a new experience." </strong>He sat up in his chair and reached for one of two toothpicks that was brought along with the meal and started to pick the food between his teeth.<br/><br/>Once he was finished, he licked his teeth and leaned forward on the table, his head on his arm that was laying flat on the table.<strong>"So... how is your mother like?"</strong>