With a sweeping gaze Vitaly Kitaev drank in the sights of the city. Ivanovo was vast and crowded with all manner of men, from dirty workmen and serfs to Sweaty traders and peddlers. State workers and officials dotted the crowd with their fine, clean vests and trousers while the brown wool uniforms of tiberian soldiers could be seen on every corner. Smoke rose from the towering stacks of countless factories, and the smell of fish and Whale meat rolled over the district walls from the city's massive port. Vitaly kept one hand on his six year old son Kirill, and wrapped his other arm around his wife Alina. While trying to weave through the tight crowd Alina carried three year old Sofia, and told the little girl how wonderful life in the city was going to be.
Vitaly's heart pounded with excitement and a timid optimism. He could raise a family here without worrying whether or not they would have enough to eat, or if The wild creatures w