She inhales the last bit of the drag, exhales smoothly before flicking the butt of the cigarette aside. The couple was in some part somewhere in some town in Germany, miles from the main capital of Russia where the Black Blood Gang operated. With the motorbike they stole from London three years ago outside some weird pub, they had a form of transportation and it explained why in twenty four hours they were away from the capital of Russia. That day when they stole the bike and drove off with it (whoever owned it left the keys in the ignition), they quickly learned that the motorcycle they took had some strange enhancements to it, such as flying. Then again, they knew that it was magical in a way. One of the previous mobs they once worked for before they fled the coop in Venice was magical.