A Cup of Coffee.

Time travel to a point approximately two hours before to the Griffin Airlines aircraft's landing at Anceburn City Airport.

In the economy class seats, five tall, robust men and women wore sunglasses. Their hair was golden yellow, and they were taller than ninety cm, giving them the appearance of being from Siberea. The majority of their eyes were gray, occasionally bordering on blue.

Borya was the name of one of them. He'd had a lot of booze since the flight from Accomont City Airport. In fact, he insisted on getting alcoholic drinks the entire vacation.

He asked the girl flight attendant, who appeared pleasant, "Vodka, please?" while half-drunk.

"I apologize, sir. We are not serving alcohol on this Griffin Airlines aircraft. I can bring you some orange juice if you would like," the flight attendant said politely.

Borya felt her blood boil at those remarks. He spoke angrily and gave off an overwhelming alcohol stench.

"So why is your pal pouring Champagne over there in the execu
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