17. Dima.

***Seen the camera.***

“I noticed some strange movements, pakhan.” Leonid's voice sings in my ears, I stand up from the lounge chair and gaze at him.

Our wounds are healing which is a great improvement because soon I'll begin to move around. From my periphery, I see a fluid movement in the house and know it's the ginger girl heading our way in the courtyard.

I’ve been in the gazebo, basking under the little sun that peaked above. Americans might tag this blowing breeze as winter but to me, it’s not winter. Being a Russian, I can only say I’m acclimated to such degrees of cold but that of Russia is maddening.

Therefore, my men and I are utterly accustomed to the weather and we can stay bare without feeling it just like now. I only took a shower an hour ago and I’m in my white robe while relaxing under the gazebo. Though, my laptop sits beside me so I can watch Dawn like I’ve been doing.

When she reached home yesterday and Akim's bug camera stayed out of her reach, I was frustrated. I w