Jón Ólafsson

There is a man standing close to the door when I enter the train at Aeroport metro station heading downtown. He might be coming from Sokol or even all the way from Rechnoi Vokzal. He is not tall but well built. Broad shoulders, thinning light hair. His features are manly. He is reading a magazine and entirely calm he leafes through the pages, reading some and looking at the pictures. It is about military aircraft. He does not seem to be an expert on military aircraft, but you never know. Most likely he is an amateur. Perhaps he has a job in admininstration where such knowledge is necessary or at least desirable. He is wearing a dark woolen jacket, the sailor type. Greyish trousers. Black shoes, worn, leather, the typical design. Narrow toe. The Dobby like features from behind make me think of the former president as we enter the Mayakovskaya station. Living the image. Putin in the suburbs.