[b]*The helicopter lands, the wind from the blades moving the grass like waves in an ocean*[/b] [b]*Chelovek grabs on tighter to the suitcase and begins walking toward the helicopter, slightly to the left of the unidentifiable woman*[/b] Well, you don't seem to be fazed by anything. Now if you'll excuse me, [i]Mother needs her bread, and it's starting to get cold.[/i]