Stukov had vanished, as was often what someone of his nature did. What he was actually doing was not something mentioned in polite company, but the renegade fire truck soon crashed, all of its wheels seeming to have suffered the tragic and unfortunate fate of all rupturing at precisely the same time. The normal solution would have been far too obvious for the Russian boy's tastes, at least in this situation where far too many people were around. Of course, the cops who had been at least half assed in their pursuit of the fire truck caught up to the vehicle, now on its side without a single tire to its name anymore, and would deal with whatever insane bull that was coming out of the man, or woman's, mouth. He didn't really concern himself with it, whistling to himself as he walked out of an alley just ahead of the group heading towards the school, shooting his boss a huge shit eating grin.

[color=9e0b0f]"Problem solved, boss! You lot sure move slow, don't you? It's like none of you want to be here!"[/color]

The Russian exchange student laughed his ass off at the little comment. Was it blatant cheating on his part that he beat them there? Oh absolutely, and a gross abuse of his talents. He had missed the runners, or had not acknowledged their existence, either was perfectly possible from the far too cheery Russian. Looking over the situation, he rolled his eyes at Akane and commented from where he was as they moved, considering she was vice gripped onto the boy. Ruki was laughing about it and, accordingly, Yoshino was giving zero fucks. Which really left it to him, again, to say something about the matter. He used his own nickname for Akane, considering that working for Yoshino did expose him to the most fascinating characters, Akane included.

[color=9e0b0f]"Sumrak, you really needn't be running around vicing onto someone's arm to the point of cutting off blood flow, da?"[/color]