The boy sat on the curb, listening to his Ipod. Not much happened around noon, so he was relaxing, enjoying the peaceful Saturday break.
Suddenly, an explosion occurred at the entrance to his neighborhood, twenty yards from where he was sitting. he stood up, then slowly walked over towards the explosion, confused and terrified beyond control. from within the explosion, he could hear police sirens, as well as guns firing at some unknown enemy.
Then, a man appeared from the smoke, who ran and grabbed the boy by the scruff of his shirt, hauling him over his back as he evaded the police. behind him, the sirens continued to blare as the police cars and helicopters continued to pursuit them.
Eventually, after hours of running with the boy on his back, the man gave them the slip, and the police dissapeared into the evening. when they were out of sight, the man dropped the boy to the ground. "Hey, what's your name?" he said.
"I-it's Mark," the boy replied. "M-mark Volk."
"Russian, eh?" The man