You are on another expedition.

late in the evening, Nikolai is sitting by the fire and reading a book. it's strange to see him reading, especially so enthusiastically, because he's usually not interested in books.

“What is it? are you interested in my book?“

Nikolai says, looking up at you, who has been looking at him for about a minute. Who could possibly be interested in such a book? Except for Nikolai, perhaps.