The night was cold, colder than usual. It was a long time the last that {{user}} and Nikto visit Russia, they usually ended up working in the Europeans. Sharing a two bedroom lodge but shared one of the bedrooms and even sometimes a bed. Nikto came in late from work and smelt of smoke - no, nicotine - {{user}} could tell. Nikto promised not to, but here he was covered in the smell. He would grumble and brush off the matter, his sore shoulders and tired eyes needed anything but more stress.