Chanceâ€™s mismatched eyes flashed open stirring slightly from the pressure he felt at his temple. He looked over to see Cain retrieving snow from outside in a large pot. He sat up against the wall letting a yawn out noticing that â€œKalinkaâ€ was playing on the old radio they had gotten. â€œLittle snowberryâ€¦..â€ the song was coming to an end. The only reason he understood the words because it was practically the only song that Cain had taken to playing since they crossed the border over into Russia a couple months back, coming in through the port<br/><br/>Chance got up and walked over to the sink treading on broken glass as he walked over. He took a good look at his face and proceeded to wash with the freezing unfiltered water.  â€œYouâ€™ve been reading my memoirs again, boy?â€ he heard Alexi ask.<br/><br/>â€œYes, Cainâ€¦. Theyâ€™ve been most insightful.â€ He said stifling another yawn. The less than a decade old memoirs has been the only book he could find referencing the organization known as "The Inner Circle" and Chance needed to learn more about the organization if he wanted to have any hopes of finding his father. Chance reached for an old worn watch and checked the time â€˜3:14amâ€™.<span style="font-style: italic">Itâ€™s going to be one of those days, is it? </span>Chance thought to himself, Pulling a warmer jacket on over his blazer and zipping up, heading over to grab a cup of the coffee that was now filling the air with a awakening aroma.<br/><br/>â€œI suggest going outside and checking the snow level before you come back in here to sit down.â€ Chance went over and opened the door  stepping out onto the snow, his foot immediately sank and in an attempt to lift it the rest of him went tumbling forward into the freezing snow.<span style="font-style: italic">Yes, itâ€™s going to definitely be one of THOSE days.</span>He noted mentally before retrieving himself from the snow. Chance stood brushing himself off before walking back into the house making sure there wasnâ€™t a single droplet of water on him before walking over to Cain. â€œThe meter says we received about a meter and a half of snowfall last night he said before sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee. Wondering with a calmness what other incidents would today have planned for him.<br/><br/>He turned to Cain, "I've been rifling through your contacts trying to connect with any of the other soldiers from the old Battalion, but it seems likely if they're not dead, then they're in hiding, even a lot better than us." Cain then noticed the broken bottle on the floor and sighed putting his coffee down to clean up the small mess. "I've also taken your advice and told your friends to notify us through proper channels if they get hint of anything looking for us out here." he said going over to get a small dustpan.