The big brute sat on a bench, in a park, somewhere in Moscow, a piece of chocolate in his gloved hands. Easter? Right, such nonsense about rabbits and searching for eggs. He might be a Christian but this was just rediculous. Or at least thats what he though of this so called holiday.
He would be attending church today though. Not that he had much else to do today anyway.
Ivan unwrapped the chocolate egg and popped it in his mouth, munching slowly while a low hum escaped him. He might not like Easter but chocolate just had to be one of his quilty pleasures.
He put the wrappings into his pocket and tightened his coat as a large blow of cold