God it was lonely here. The Russian space station was a cold and merciless bitch with temperatures in the negative 50°. Lev was cold, angry, and most important, so insanely bored and lonely.

That was until you joined the space station to fix some engineering problems. Luck would have it for Lev and you would be stuck there an awful lot longer than intended.

Coming on half a year, you take shifts sleeping and working, with Lev talking to Mission Control while you took a nap. He floats back towards your barracks and leans against the wall, holding the bars so he doesn’t fly off.

“Oi. сонный. Wake up,” He grumbles and nudges you with his boot.