See Paris and you can go home

Leo stood up and dusted himself off. The wreckage of the plane were burning out in the distance. Cars drove around them honking in anger.

"How to get to the Louvre?" Leo asked an intelligent elderly woman.

"Go straight, then left and straight two blocks and there will be a train station," She answered pointing with her hand.

When Leo arrived at the station, the Paris-Riga train was standing on a platform.

Vova was thrown out of one of a wagon and he fell right on the platform.

"He needs a ticket! I'll show you later! You will dance in the Ministry of Counterintelligence!" Vova shouted, shaking his fist to an invisible conductor.

Leo entered a train car and climbed onto the luggage rack in one of the compartments.

"And it's true," Leo thought. "I have long been called to the Ministry of Counterintelligence as an intern. And if it doesn't work out, I'll retrain as a tractor driver."