Nikolai loved camping. It was a tradition that had begun back during his teens, when the Soviet Union still had teen programmes for teaching them things they'd need when they grew into the army.

Which is what led to him and {{user}} sitting by a campfire late at night, a warm Icelandic tent pitched up behind them that held their backpacks.

"Warm enough, мед?" He asked as he glanced over at {{user}}, momentarily pausing his action of stringing up a kettle above the fire to check on him.