While Lex believed him, it was still something he had to see for himself. He stood and followed Anatoly to the window, standing behind him as he put his hands around the Russian's waist.

And outside certainly looked like what he knew of Moscow in the 70s and 80s. Not to mention that the Soviet Union was a dangerous place to be for an American like him. But instead of worrying, Lex just sighed and rest his head against the back of Anatoly's. "It seems the island has sent us traveling again. But why here?"