From the moment they stepped onto the platform of Lapland Bay Station, the cold oppressive air of Saint Petersburg relentlessly tormented everyone.
Loudspeakers installed on the streets repeatedly played "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy." The whimsical music, paired with the swirling snowflakes, created an odd sensation of walking through a fairy-tale world on these uniquely charming old streets. If the loudspeakers hadn't already been smashed and the sounds distorted, with the streets full of unkempt, ragged armies of unemployed holding up their identity papers, Marseille might almost forget the severe cold and fully enjoy the winter scenery of the largest city in the North.
"Is this... Saint Petersburg?"
Marseille's tone was somewhat uncertain, and the girls beside him were also wavering. The two Oklana agents behind them, tasked with guiding and observing, seemed accustomed to such reactions. They exchanged a glance, shrugged, and continued trailing their targets.
