When she waved back to the man he slowly ascended up the stairs and spoke in a deep tone, "Lost?" He asked as she saw the visor of the helmet glinted light back making it seem that there was no chance of any of his face being exposed. "Come, let me take you. Where you need to go?" He was a tall looming figure that seemed maybe no older than Kryner... but it was the same man in the photo taken so long ago. He was shirtless in the photo but now only wearing a sash around his chest she could see his body was rock solid and his nipples could probably cut glass.<br/><br/>With a firm arm jutting to the side so she could loop her arm through, "Come I bring you to Alexander." He told her and slowly they walked down and out of the compound out back to hear a bellow choking a fire with a steaming whistle before a cracking of hammer where some Stalin was spoke, "Chiska blart!" She recognized it as Kryner's voice and inside she found in this stone dome with a heavy chimney spewing out smoke. From the door that was tarped with a heavy leather cloak inside, there was Kryner standing half-naked over a hot forge slaving away with a hammer striking down a chisel with careful precision as his face poured on the sweat. His muscles defined in the shadows as he gleamed like a slicked-up baby seal in the dark shadows.