The jet touched down at Pulkovo Airport in St. Petersburg with a gentle thud, the sound of the tires hitting the tarmac echoing through the cabin like a quiet announcement: they had arrived.
Liam leaned forward slightly in his seat, his blue eyes focused out the window. Russia looked cold, gray, and distant—but there was something beautiful about the vast expanse of snow stretching beyond the runway, the city's skyline hidden behind a curtain of fog. His breath fogged up the window for a second as he sat still, collecting himself.
Lana was already up, brushing invisible dust from her black leather coat, adjusting her tight jeans and tucking her phone into the strap of her small designer handbag. Her boots clicked confidently on the floor of the jet as she made her way toward the steps. Liam finally stood, grabbing both their suitcases with ease as he followed her down.
