Once more, Grigori Sokolov found himself in the same spot at the same time of day. Wildlife buzzed all around, eager to make use of what little remained of the warm Summer days. Even now, in the tropical region, the warmth severely subsided from its previous vengeance. His aching bones were content with the pleasantness of the warm even if his skin groaned.

Construction was a tiresome job. But these small moments to himself were enough cause for celebration. Especially since.

"Anor!"

Grigori chuckled softly, then held his palm open to Map. "Apologies. I'm afraid I must rest for now. Perhaps later we can explore."

"Rith!" The little insect crawled eagerly onto his skin, and then his shoulder as the grunt deposited the small insect. He crawled all over, as if there was some nook or cranny he had yet to explore. 

All was well. He could pretend he did not work for an organization that killed hundreds of thousands and damned many more. His blackened soul felt at ease.

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