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Novosibirsk, the capital of the Siberian region.
It's the largest city in the entire Siberian region of Russia, the third largest city in Russia, and also the city where Aleksey works at the Budker Institute of Nuclear Physics, boasting numerous factories and universities famous throughout Russia.

"Wait! Moscow?! Aren't we going to some tavern to sign a contract?"
Aleksey looked at Frank, puzzled, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.
Before this, he had always assumed that the tavern Frank mentioned was located somewhere in this city.

"Yes, what's the problem? Destiny's Russian branch is in Moscow."
Frank nodded matter-of-factly, glanced at the somewhat nervous Aleksey, and suddenly realized, smiling as he patted the middle-aged man's hand with the doodle in his hand, explaining while looking at his watch.
"Don't worry, for long-distance travel, a Portkey is much better than Apparition. Five, four, three..."

"Why can't we just take the train..."

"Because the agreed negotiation time is half-past eight, and the train definitely won't make it. Two, one!"
Before Aleksey could protest, he felt as if a hook was behind his navel, hooking forward with irresistible force, and he flew off the ground.
He could feel Frank right beside him, his hand pressed tightly against the doodle, the comical cartoon dragging them forward in a howling wind and swirling colors, and then—

It felt like a long time, yet it seemed like only a second had passed, their feet landing heavily on the ground. Aleksey felt his legs a bit weak, staggering forward, luckily a pair of sturdy arms were there to support him, preventing him from falling directly to the ground.
Aleksey turned his head and saw Frank standing steadily on the ground, with no unusual expression on his face except for his hair being a bit disheveled by the wind. Immediately afterwards, a foul smell of urine entered Aleksey's nose, startling the man into looking down subconsciously. Hmm, dry... good, it wasn't him.

...

"I'm telling you wizards, couldn't you choose a slightly better teleportation point?"

"Sorry, public restrooms have the best concealment, at least there won't be any cameras here."
Under the astonished gaze of the homeless man who stayed overnight in the toilet, Frank and Aleksey pushed open the toilet stall door, arguing in hushed tones as they walked towards the quiet commercial street.

Arbat Street, a very famous place in Moscow.
This avenue, located in the historical center of the Russian capital, is one kilometer long and, according to records, has existed since the fifteenth century, making it one of the oldest streets still in existence in Moscow.

Understandably, Arbat Street is also one of the most popular commercial areas for foreign tourists and locals alike.
Whether it's the street-side bars and cafes adorned with flowers, the elegantly simple street lamps with round glass shades next to classical Russian architecture, or the tall, slender, and voluptuous Russian girls and the sunny, handsome Russian young men, they are all moving scenes.

And now, the location where Aleksey and Frank arrived happened to be a public restroom next to the bar area of Arbat Street. No one would realize that two guests from thousands of miles away had suddenly appeared in this city.

Of course, more importantly, the entire street was silent at this time.
All the shops were closed, and there wasn't a single person in sight on the street. The entire city was shrouded in a blanket of silence, with only the streetlights faithfully emitting a soft light.

Aleksey looked down at his watch, 8:03 AM, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

"Frank, listen to me, there's something wrong with the appointment time you mentioned earlier."

"Okay, this is the place."
Ignoring Aleksey behind him, Frank stood in front of a flower shop, beckoned to Aleksey, stuffed a piece of parchment into the middle-aged man's hand, looked around a bit vigilantly, and said somewhat excitedly.
"Read it quickly, remember the content."

"No, Frank, listen to me... um, what is this..."
Aleksey frowned, looking down at the parchment in his hand. The handwriting on it was particularly delicate and small, subconsciously reminding him of his daughter Danilova's homework in elementary school. The content was simple:

[The Bolshevik Hammer Tavern is located at 13 Arbat Street, Moscow.]

"The Majority's... Hammer?" Aleksey repeated with a strange expression.

"Just remember it, don't say it out loud."
Frank interrupted Aleksey's question with a nervous expression, reached out and took the parchment from his hand, his wand lightly touching the surface of the paper hidden in his wrist. Aleksey saw out of the corner of his eye that the writing on the paper seemed to be gradually fading.

Immediately afterwards, the parchment began to disintegrate little by little, turning into a wisp of dust and scattering in the wind.

"The security work is done well, it would be more mature if the personnel selection could be more cautious."
Aleksey raised an eyebrow noncommittally, without continuing to dwell on this little bit of unscientific stuff. He looked up and sized up the surrounding shops. They were standing right in front of a flower shop at this time, with a big "12" written on the sign above.

And to his left was a shop selling Russian nesting dolls, number 11. And to his right was a shop selling paintings and pendants printed with Russian nesting doll patterns, number 14, only the tavern number 13 on the note was missing.

Glancing at the puzzled Aleksey, a look of inscrutable expression appeared on Frank's face.

"I know you're confused, now you just need to..."

"Objective reality is affected by the observer, thereby affecting the result... Magic, how interesting."
Aleksey looked past Frank, gazing with slight amazement at the tavern door that suddenly appeared out of thin air between shops 12 and 14, and said softly in a tone of "just as I expected."

From a visual point of view, it seemed as if an extra house had suddenly expanded, pushing the surrounding things away, but the surrounding environment and streets had not changed in any way. But according to Aleksey's understanding, this was mostly because he had a little bit more variables in the "information flow" when observing than before.

"So, are we going to just walk in like this?"
Aleksey walked up the stone steps, turned his head to look at Frank whose cheeks had turned red as if he was holding his breath, pointed to the door that had just appeared in front of him, and asked with some confusion.

"If I had to guess, it should need some password, code... or magic spell?"
There was no keyhole on the door, nor a mailbox hole, only a round metal carving in the center.

"...That's right, it still needs a password."
Frank replied dejectedly, pouted, followed him, and tapped the door lightly with his wand.

The next moment, Aleksey saw that the round, chubby metal carving suddenly moved. Two large circles appeared in the upper part of the ring, and a standard equilateral triangle pointing downwards appeared in the lower part of the ring.

ovo: "Who am I?"

Frank cleared his throat and said clearly to the round, chubby metal carving.

"(Due to the Fidelius Charm, content is temporarily unavailable)"
Accompanied by a burst of clanging metal sounds from the chains, the door creaked and opened inwards automatically.

Compared to the simple exterior decoration, the scene inside the bar completely exceeded Aleksey's expectations. The first thing that caught his attention was the completely unscientific spacious space inside, and the strange creature wearing a monocle sitting at the front desk.

Noticing the sound coming from outside the door, the goblin on duty raised his head and said expressionlessly.

"Moscow time, 05:06 AM, appointment person Frank, two people. You are early."

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Chapter Two! (Oh my god!!)

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