He had been here for abou two weeks now, and it still was scary and strange. Not that different from home, at least structurally, but the people were different, and almost nobody spoke Russian and while he learned more English every day, it was still a daunting task to speak to people. Since he couldn't cling to his father's coat-tails all day (and wouldn't have expected to be allowed that, anyway), he had taken to sneaking around the house and try to see as much of it and it's occupants as possible. He had been watching the cook for almost two houres, just peering around a table and observing what he did, and now he was looking for someone else to watch. Watching people was nice. It made him feel connected, and if he didn't try to approach them they couldn't turn him down, so it was a win-win situation.
Walking around a corner, he came to a stop as he saw someone work on a task. He stayed where he was and just observed the person for a bit.
Walking around a corner, he came to a stop as he saw someone work on a task. He stayed where he was and just observed the person for a bit.