Character

Name: Pjotor Theodinsky
Age: 26
Nationality: Russian
Profile: Works for the Russian government as a spy. He is a tall athletic man with dark hair and dark eyes. He doesn’t have a family, his parents died when he was a baby. He likes to take a drink when he is feeling down, mostly "Black Bush" whiskey "straight up". But he doesn’t want to get to know anybody because of what he do.

He doesn’t have a home.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I I nearly screamed out with joy when the train finally arrived, it have felt like I had been standing on this bloody train station in Gothenburg for several hours! But I had actually only waited for abut 20 minutes. Here I was Pjotor Theodinsky 26 years of age "international spy" on my way home to mother Russia, with some hot microchips that I had "borrowed" from London. And like the smart-ass I am, I thought it would be perfect to take the way through Sweden with "Inlandsbanan"! Who will look for me here? But with my extreme paranoia I could never relax. I have to be alert and sharp all the time, if I’m not, there could be mistakes like the ones in Paris and Qatar.

"STOP" thinking like that! Nothing is going to happen if I just play it cool. Just go on this train and sit this one out, nothing will go wrong…

Tha dunk, tha dunk, tha dunk…I snapped awake when my head brushed the cold window, my first thought was where am I? Then it all came back to me; me being a spy, the microchip, and my escape to Russia with train through Sweden! A sign swished by, I didn’t see what it said but it was only trees outside so it had to be somewhere halfway. I took a glance around to make sure that everything was ok, and that no "suspect" person had emerged. A few rows away sat an old man! He must surely be over 80; he wore those typical "old peoples clothes" that I never in my life would put on. Everything he had was in gray! Suddenly he looked straight at me, I froze, surely he couldn’t be…No he was just a frightened old man who wanted to know why a stranger was looking at him (stop doing these rookie mistakes Pjotor!). The old man turned away and looked at another direction, I paid him no more interest.

The journey continued without any further "incidents" or suspicions from my part. The train rolled in to Östersund train-station. Östersund was the largest town since Gothenburg and the only stop I had dreaded. Not the city itself but that there would be many people moving around and switching trains, it would be hard for me to keep track on everybody. Red stripes suddenly blocked my view! Oh the youth today, how can they have such hideous haircuts, the "mohican" hairstyle belonged to a young man in his twenties? He walked in to my wagon and sat down a few seats away, he didn’t seemed like an English spy so I slowly faded back to sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, perhaps 45 minutes, but Östersund was long gone and there were only trees outside mine window. The young red head suddenly stood up and went down towards the toilets. An untrained eye never would have noticed, but I did. When the young man passed the old man he (very skillfully I may ad) stole his wallet that was lying beside him. I may not be the right person to judge with the things I have done in my life, but I don’t like to see old people get robbed. So I went after him. I caught up with him at the toilets and gave him some "advice". He must have took it seriously, because when he returned so did the wallet, neatly placed on the seat next to the old man and without anyone noticing him doing so.

I felt rather pleased with myself, that I made a good deed. Maybe I’m not totally heartless after all.