Dimitry came back in the waiting room. The manifest was at his side. He looked like he hadn't slept the night. Pasha didn't even show that he noticed him coming here again. Dimitry raised an eyebrow while looking at the now really crowded room. "Hum, zhat could take a vhile zhis time", he said to himself. He took seat on a free chair and opened the little book again. Luckily he had a good literature with him while he was waiting.