Walking The Streets of Kiev / by James Pollak

Shortly after wandering through this market I finally came to my destination. An abandoned factory I was itching to explore. However after much snooping around the outskirts my only means of entrance looked to be a guarded front gate. My first obstacle, going and asking the guard if he spoke English was successful but after a glimpse of hope when he radioed his boss, that was as far as my luck went for this particular venture. This girls expression pretty much summed it up.