Here

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Even though he had been a lot of places in the world, Slava Kovalenko couldn't help marveling at the sight that lay before him.

 

He had tried to do some research about Warsaw before arriving there and one of the many suggestions for something to do was climbing the 150 steps of the Old Town Observation Center, which was right next to St. Anne's Church. The viewing terrace offered a grand view of the city so after handing over some Euros, Slava was allowed to make his ascent.

 

His long legs made short work of the walk up the stairs to the top and he was glad he had bundled up against the cold as soon as he emerged at the top, but the view was indeed spectacular. He could see for a long way around and he just took a moment to breathe and to take in what he was seeing.

 

Things were different now, in a lot of ways. He was out of the M, officially and this upcoming season he was going to be taking to the ice as a full fledged member of the VHL. He had made it, reached the place that had just seemed like a pipe dream when he was young.

 

He was here.

 

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