Sanzhar Molochtovoi is slowly, but surely, getting used to Detroit. Admittedly, it's not like he walks around much in the city itself; he gets up in the morning, gets ready, takes the lift down from his apartment to the underground car park, drives from his home to the other underground car park at the rink (both the practice rink and the main arena have one, amusingly), and then goes in to train or play. He's plenty used to air travel, and plays just as well at home as he does away. The big adjustment has been the fact that he's no longer the undisputed king of whatever sheet of ice he's skating on; everyone else is just as skilled as he is, and a few are even as fast as he is. Fortunately, Sanzhar is young, understands the level of play he'll need to be at to crack the SHL, and has the resources and capacity to get there.