It took Mikhail a while to get to his own apartment. He stopped by the little boxes and opened the one that was his with a key. He took what was in the small box before closing it and locking it. He moved up to the third floor and took out another key to his apartment. As soon as he opened the door he was met with a green slip of paper at his feet. He bent down and picked it up before closing and locking the door behind him. He walked towards a small table in his kitchen, where he sat down after tossing the mail he had on the table. He went through his mail before checking the green slip. All of them happened to be bills and one being a notice about how he was "late" on his payment on his apartment again. He tore the paper up and let the pieces flutter to the floor. As he went to open the green slip he heard a knock on the door. He dropped the green paper and walked over to the door to answer it.

"Hello Mikhail. I would just like to notify you face to face just incase you forgot your mail. You still owe me a decent amount of money to pay for your apartment."
"For the last time," A think Russian accent filled the air, "Its Mick-eye-eel. Why do you Americans always say Mick-hail?" He said it slowly as if the man didn't understand. "And I payed you already, how do I owe you more money?"
"Oh well I'm sorry Mick-eye-eel." The landlord said his name slowly. "You still owe two hundred dollars and seventy-three cents do to oil prices." It wasn't even the winter and the landlord was lying straight to his face. Mikhail nodded and slammed the door in his face. "Well I hope to see that money next week Mikhail!"

Mikhail walked back over to his table and sat down again, picking up the paper he had tried to read earlier. Almost immediately he recognized the green skull. A fellow masked vigilante, the first masked vigilante, was contacting him. He read over the note slowly. As soon as he read the address the meeting was being held he stood up and locked his door. He crawled out of the window and onto the fire escape. He made his way down and was instantly on his way to the storage lot. He was enraged by the way his landlord had been treating his tenants. It was clear he would get mopped up or straightened out later on. For now, Mikhail had to worry about meeting up with Green Skull and probably other interesting characters around this god forsaken city.

He scaled the fence into the lot, making sure a strong cloth was over the barb-wire so he didn't cut himself on it. He ripped the cloth down off the barb-wired fence and made his way to his own storage. It was very secure, needing a code and several keys to get into it. He put the door behind him down, the first thing he looked at was his suit. He admired it for a few moments before stripping and then getting back into his own suit. Before he put on his mask, he fixed his two knives, always putting them in their respective places. His right knife was always down by his boot, while his left knife was always on his hip. He looked into a mirror he had set up and slowly put on the mask he had made. He was no longer Mikhail Boris. He was what the city named The Ghost. He is currently the only masked vigilante that has been named by the city. 

He was never spoken to or interviewed, no one has heard his voice behind that mask, except for the criminals that bled to death at his hand whenever he needed to kill them. This Green Skull guy was lucky that he was even showing up to this thing. The Ghost knew that he would have to talk, hopefully, these masked vigilantes that would be around wouldn't give him away. He was wondering how many would be surprised to hear of a Russian vigilante in America. The Ghost slipped on his black leather gloves before squeezing his fists and then letting his hands relax. The light was turned off, his door was opened, then closed and secured, and he was off to the location he had been given for the meeting. 

It took The Ghost a while to reach the location. He wasn't sure if he was the first there or not. He examined the building on the outside. He noticed nothing out of the ordinary and for some reason The Ghost was actually cautious for once. He stepped into the building, he was hoping no one would sneak on him or they would have a knife next to there throat before they could blink. Or maybe they would be on the ground, looking up at the ceiling before a thought could go through their head. Whatever the case was, The Ghost knew this was going to be interesting. He was just hoping that he would be able to have respect for everyone that showed up. If you were looking at The Ghost at an angle, you would just see his white head floating with deep, dark eye sockets. It might send chills down your spine, but that was the point.