Across the studio lot, while crew members hurried between soundstages and production assistants juggled schedules with increasing levels of stress, a much smaller figure slipped quietly through the morning bustle completely unnoticed.
Wrapped in layers of winter clothing that made him appear younger than he already was, Vladimir Dimitri moved through the crowd with surprising ease. A stuffed wolf remained tucked securely beneath one arm while his dark hair disappeared beneath the edge of his hood, leaving only brief glimpses of his unusual eyes whenever he passed beneath a shaft of sunlight. One eye reflected a vivid blue, the other glimmered green. Together they gave him an unsettling intensity that seemed strangely at odds with his small size.
No one stopped him. No one questioned why a child was wandering alone through a professional studio lot.
