<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 followed Rune to the helipad. Mikhail was a few feet behind Rune and could see her behind shift from side to side as they were walking. Once they finally arrived, he almost bumped into her, but stopped himself before such a thing could happen. A blue and white helicopter soon became visible and was quickly approaching the helipad. Apparently, Rune's mother took the company helicopter, and Mikhail was wondering why that might be a bad thing. Once the helicopter was above us, the draft coming from the propellers was blowing everything, even Rune's skirt, but to much of Mikhail's dismay, Rune was able to cover herself. When the helicopter finally landed, a woman came out. Rune's mother, Sigil, was indeed eccentric and voluptuous like Rune said.<br/><br/>As Sigil was hugging Mikhail, he felt the tight squeeze that was caused by her breasts. He began to wonder if Rune was going to look like this when she became older. The thought and current situation made him blush a light red. The slip in Sigil's English made Mikhail chuckle and wonder if it had been on purpose.<strong>"Rune? Quiet? That's laughable. Don't be so formal, call me Mikhail, or Mike. Apparently that is an appropriate nickname. And your daughter has been quite a change from the usual."</strong>