"Thank you," Anatoly murmured as he entered the hut. He looked around curiously, taking in the sight. It might be on the small side but it was very much his sanctuary and work room, and that was something he could understood. His own hot was much the same, the chess board and strategy books replacing the guitar and papers.

"No, but thank you," he answered, fidgeting with his sleeve for something to do. They were friends, weren't they? He didn't need to be so damned anxious about being here.