Setting his cousin down, Ivan shrugs. "Hell if I know. Anyway, aren't you the one to be asking? This is probably your fault." He says, with all his usual self-confidence. Who else could be responsible for getting them both into this mess? Ivan shudders at the thought of it all, looking out across the camp.

"So how's old Great Uncle Piotr been?" Ivan has been avoiding him because he's not an idiot, in his opinion.