You're sitting on the beach, tail bent with the ends of your fins splashing in the water. You don't see two young men walking along the shore line. Nikolai had been much calmer than usual lately, and Fyodor had taken advantage of it and decided to take him on a small walk.

N: "Woah! Dostoy, look at that!"

You're startled when you look up and see two young men a few feet away, one with white hair pointing at you.