Gun in one hand and a sword in the other.
{He could clearly see the Earth curved like a ball. It was becoming difficult to breathe. His body was being hit by wind at 130 km per hour and at -35 degrees, his face, nose, and ears began to burn.}
As descended, the palace grew larger and larger.
Vikram jumped.
{At an altitude of 7.5 km, the winds are blowing in a straight line from the west towards the east.}
Flying, he moved further away from the palace.
After a two-minute fall,
A helicopter below him as it suddenly tilts sideways. He grabs onto its skid, causing the helicopter descends downward.
{He was holding the skid with his middle fingers.
The sword still clutched between his thumb and index finger.}
He got inside and sat down, and a little while later, he started to say something.
He was trying to say something, then started shouting loudly. Then pilot gave him a headset.
"How long will it take us to reach India?"
"Sir, this helicopter will just take a shit trying to cross tzar."
"So, what do we need?"
"Sir, Vane"
"No, I have nothing left to give."
"We will have to steal, sir."
"We will not steal anything from Rexsons."
"Then we will have to steal a jet from Humans."
"How long will this jet take?"
"Sir, less than 1.5 hours, but there's just one problem."
"Yes."
"It only has one seat. A double-seater can't reach India; its fuel will run out."
"We'll think. Take me where we can find this jet."
{Tzar is the name of a part which is under the Queen's control. The remaining leftover area is simply called Russia.}
Vikram puts the gun on the seat and starts examining the sword from top to bottom.
He takes out the gun's magazine; it was full with 50 bullets.
Then he took out the Octagon and started examining it as well. On each of its faces, a straight arrow was engraved.
He tossed it upward.
Then he spun it around.
{It was exactly the same as before; he couldn't find any change in it.}