[color=aba000]"I-"[/color], Rasputin said, inserting the key into the ignition, [color=aba000]"Am the great Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin, aide of Nicholas II! And you-"[/color], he waved the clipboard, [color=aba000]"-Should rematerialize. Time is of the essence and I will be asking you to fill out this paperwork as we drive."[/color]

Rasputin placed the clipboard on the passenger seat, revealing a Japanese residency application. He spoke quickly as they pulled out onto the road, the car's front axle groaning softly as it was forced to take turns a car without power steering should never reasonably be expected to take. 

[color=aba000]"Do not be worrying about personal seal or identification, you will be finding all of them in glove compartment- though I will be needing to make changes to some after mass to be accounting for you being yourself. You are Doctor Alucard Orlock Akula, a 40-year-old phlebotomist- if anyone asks why you look young, you take good care of your skin- with a doctorate in haematology, educated in the Czech Republic. I am a humble electrician. We became friends over the internet due to our mutual interest in Slavic folklore, and have decided to work together to fulfill our lifelong dream of living in Japan, yes?"[/color]

Rasputin fished around in a bag stuck in the ashtray, retrieving a handful of washers. He absentmindedly swallowed them one or two at a time as he drove, as if he had somehow become addicted to metallic cough drops. After a few minutes, he spoke again.

[color=aba000]"I should probably be telling you this right now: This is a one-church town. I understand that you are also of Russian Orthodox denomination, so please be understanding that, if mistakes are being made, I will be sharing in your outrage."[/color]

With that, they took a turn onto a small, tree-lined road. With a little luck, they'd make it to mass before it began.

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