by Natalya Romanov » Thu Jan 19, 2017 10:10 pm
The woman leads them a circuitous route of alleyways and back streets until she's reasonably certain they're not tailed. Reaching a door, she stands in front of it for a few moments before a click is heard and she opens it. There's not much indication as to why, but Tereza can feel a few temperature fluctuations that happened while the woman stood there.
"In, now."
Inside is certainly nothing fancy. Sevastopol isn't all that wealthy to begin with, and the safehouse only has a mattress and a few other sparse comforts, as well as a locked chest.