• The pitter-patter of the heavy rain was driving him insane. The hard, repetitive beats of the music in the dance club at his back wasn't helping either. Go forward into the monotonous rain-drenched life he had held since birth? Or retreat into the dance club in a feeble attempt to assimilate into the urban night-life he so despised?
    Vasili Johnson (yes, that is his name) was always faced with decisions like these: do something mundane and boring, or do something else mundane and boring. Things around him never changed, not even the weather.
    Of course, that was probably North Pacific Coast weather for you.