Sergei

Oh, Vincent, you are as dramatic as always. "The Master wants to see you." Just sounds so old-fashioned.

Sergei skips across the street, heedless of the traffic. None the cars hit him, of course, but some miss only by a fraction of an inch. Just more proof that luck was on Sergei's side today, as it had been every day of his life.

He slips the crowd, eventually catching up to and matching paces with his target. "Good morning, Nora. Lovely day for a stroll, isn't it?"