Vlad inclined his head before he turned and walked away. He found his usual spot when he did not make it to the shelter in time for a bed, easily sneaking into the church's basement. He picked his corner and curled up next to the old boiler that was still warm. This would have to do, and it was better than sleeping outside in the cold after all.

The next day found Vladimir sitting on street corner playing away, simple tunes to get people to put the spare change they had into his violin case as they waited for the walk signal to turn.