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Paris? Jeez, good thing he got [i]that[/i] out of her. That was a bit of a bigger deal than Moscow, but luckily it wasn’t anything Feliks hadn’t done before. It certainly was strange, though, to have a peasant girl looking to go to Paris; she didn't look like she had much money to spare, and from what he'd heard it wasn't a cheap city. Maybe she’d scrounged together enough money for a train ticket, but what did she expect to do once she was there? Granted, most of what he knew about Paris was that it was a popular destination for fleeing nobility after the Bolshevik takeover, and he still got the occasional former Imperial court member or miscellaneous aristocrat feeling the pressure and wanting to get out, people who had managed to hide some amount of wealth from the communists and could afford to start a new life somewhere they’d be respected. And [i]they[/i] were usually being forced to leave, knowing they’d be executed if the Bolsheviks got wind of who they were, but this girl simply [i]wanted[/i] to leave. Curious indeed. 

By the sounds of it, this girl was as confused as he was. Searching for someone in Paris, but she didn’t know who…

Feliks almost [i]tsked[/i] at himself before he realized how insane that would make him look. Of course, he was crazy even [i]thinking[/i] that. She was a paying customer with blonde hair and blue eyes, nothing more. 

[color=8FA1B4]“Well, that’s certainly something,”[/color] he commented finally, turning his gaze to the shopkeep as he finished gathering the items Feliks had requested. They didn’t need to exchange words, quite familiar with the process at this point; Feliks simply slid the money across the counter, trading it for his purchases. 

[color=8FA1B4]“Anyway, whatever the reason, I can help you,”[/color] he continued, shoving off the counter with his paper bag of items in hand. [color=8FA1B4]“Come with me, I’ll see if I have any documents for Paris ready. I’ll also need your name.”[/color] With that he started out the shop and down the street, not so much as checking to see if she was following as he limped along at the briskest pace he could manage, eager to get the hell out of the cold and wondering if he’d have to re-stoke the fire when he got back.