Vladimir forced himself to keep his eyes on the car. With a last sigh, he dropped his bag on the ground. He opened one of the large secondary pockets, and he pulled out a long, folded purple trenchcoat. He put it delicately on the ground, and he took his leather jacket off. He folded it, and put it back on the ground. Afterwards, he took one long, black leather glove.
Vladimir pulled the trenchoat over his white shirt, and tightened the two straps on his chest. After this, he hesitantly grabbed the gloved, and pulled it over his left arm. He tightened it cautiously, knowing that he wouldn't be able to take it off again before long.
Vladimir proceeded to put his clothes back into the bag, heave it over his shoulder, and walk to the car. He opened the black, shining door, and threw his bag in. Crouching as not to hit his head on the top of the car, he crouched inside, and slammed the door shut. A low murmur was heard past the glass of the windows, and the car immediately departed.