Dmiti's Adventure in Russia

It was December 27. The airport was more than crowded today, since all of the families in Russia were traveling to visit their families for the new year.15:00 was one of the busiest times. There is a common mix of happy chatter along with grumpy complaints as people wait in line for their planes. Along with the soft rolling of plastic suitcase wheels along velvety carpets comes the electronic sounds of airport security. A little boy and his mother are placing their items in the tupper-wear containers as they walk through the metal detector. Outside, armies of airplane specialists prepare jets with gasoline, food, and water as well as place luggage onto the planes for the passengers. Today, one of these passengers happens to be Dmitri Slavoslav. To the naked eye, he seemed to be a common muscleman. He was bald, with green eyes which seemed to always question what they were looking at. He was sculpted with muscles like a club bouncer would be. He could be a basketball player if he wanted to. Today, Dmitri would be flying to Tulsa, Oklahoma in the United States to visit his daughter for her 18th birthday. First he bought his tickets at the counter.

"Where are you travelling today, sir?"

"Tulsa international airport. One way."

"That'll be 200 rubles please. Thank you and enjoy your flight!" said the attendant with an unusually happy smile. Dmitri quickly jogged to the security line with his Nautica suitcase.

As he passed through the security, the guard shot him a quick glance