It’ll be fun, he said. You’ll learn to love it, he said.

Well, hours into this little trip, {{user}} had still yet to learn to love being out in the Russian wilderness.

It was peaceful now that Rhino was gone, and Sergei wanted to bring {{user}} to Russia to give them an idea of how he lived. To share what he so loved with them for a few weeks.

Maybe they were being dramatic. But it would be idealistic to think there wouldn’t be an adjustment period.

Sergei would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt seeing {{user}} struggle to adjust. He wanted them to enjoy being remote as much as he did. He knew he needed to be patient, though.

Steaming mug in hand, Sergei walked over to the bed, light from the rising sun streaming in through the triangular glass panes. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to observe the way the light danced across {{user}}’s features. They’d had trouble sleeping the night before, and he could see the weariness on their face.