The map and the stomach bug

Pietro walked quietly across the apartment to the small letter slit in the door. Resting on the carpet was a small letter, odd he thought he rarely received letters. Picking it p Pietro walked to the kitchen before cautiously opening the letter and pouring the contents onto the center, a small map and miniature kit. The map had an x on Germany and Russia the map was frayed and kissed by fire on the edges, there was only a name on the letter that read your tolerant handyman. Pietro had no one of the sorts he worked alone.  His fingers trebled slightly as he rushed to the bathroom bile in his throat the stomach bug that had been bothering him for a couple of days acting up again. The taste of vomit coated his mouth as he grabbed for the toothpaste and brush, enough was enough time to sleep he thought quietly to himself he would examine the paper tomorrow after he slept.