Gregori Alexandrov road in the back seat of the Akim had chose for them. He liked the car despite it being German. It suited his taste for now. It was a Luxury which he enjoyed. Akim made a good choice in this. Gregori road along in silence. Looking over the bridge of Sacramento and into the dark horizon he thought of his home and how crowded it was now. It was odd being in a new land. He felt like a young man again, discovering something new and exciting.
"Akim, What kind of car is this?" Grigori asked in English, breaking the silence of the last few hours. He liked Akim for this, the ability to know when not to speak and just enjoy the silence. He also liked testing Akim's english and his ability to talk without his Russian Accent. Akim was a good boy, strong, intelegent, loyal but still ambitious. Grigori new that like all children Akim would out grow him but that would not be for a while. At least he hoped...