Michail enters the Hippodrome, and seeing it almost deserted apart from the few drunks that had no place to sleep, Michail ventures forth to the most sober person he can see around.

"Dear friend, may I enquire as to the time of the next race? This used to be such a lively lot."

The man points out he is the Co-Ordinator of this Hippodrome.

"I dont know, Senator" guessing rank by the clothes, the man continues "My benefactor has recently gone missing so I find myself without funding to hold another race. My children will soon be starving."

"It's Comes actually," Michail corrects, "but we cant have your children starving. I detest poverty. I'm born into a lower class such as yourself, but you can make a name for yourself dear friend. Now, I shall see what I can do about this lack of a benefactor. If I find anything, I shall send my man George back down here. Good Den."

Michail exits the Hippodrome, but spying a hat he likes, takes it off the drunkard and continues on his way, only glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone saw the theft.