Being led by the arm was quite a luxury, one that Svetlana took full advantage of. She leaned bodily on Mina as the two of them headed to their shared barrack room, every so often stopping to loosen or completely remove an article of clothing. By the time they arrived and set down their kit, she had stripped down to her undershirt and shorts, the rest of her thick uniform stuffed unceremoniously into a duffel bag. [b]'Bozhe Moy, Mina! This room is so big! We even have our own beds; wait, we get beds..?'[/b] Another luxury of Western design, proper modern beds were not a thing at the old Siberian outpost. Straw and blankets, just like the good old days. In a way it was kind of sad; at night the whole unit had curled up together to share their body heat, making lights out one of the cuddliest times of day. This Karlslandic design seemed so harsh and impersonal, almost like it was... well, military. After alternately gawking at the accommodation and sighing wistfully, Svetlana set about unloading her bags and making the cabin a bit more homely. For a moment she seemed almost professional as she hid a dozen bottles of vodka around the room, sliding them into all sorts of unexpected places just in case of inspection. An Orussian flag was draped over the door, a set of ancient matryoshka dolls lined the rim of their single porthole and a tattered old pennant took pride of place in the corner, the last remnant of their old unit, stolen by Svetlana before the disbandment. Once everything was in place and the room had a decidedly Orussian decor, Svetlana turned to her roommate with a radiant smile. [b]'Soooo... You know what I'm going to ask. What were the big boss-ladies saying when I zoned out?'[/b]