I’ve just moved on to cleaning the stovetop when I hear the car pull up outside the cabin.
A few minutes later, Artem walks in with his arms full.
He stops short when he takes in the newly exorcised cabin and looks at me with raised eyebrows.
“So much for taking it easy, huh?”
“It looks better, doesn’t it?”
“It looks amazing,” he replies. “Have you rested at all since I left?”
“You’ve only been gone an hour,” I say with a shrug.
“I’ve been gone for three.”
It’s my turn to raise my eyebrows at him. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” he laughs. “How about we take a break for a bit and eat something?”
“Well… I’m almost done with the stovetop,” I tell him. “But we’ll need gas.”
“Way ahead of you,” Artem says. “I bought a gas cylinder from town.”
“Why don’t you get that set up, and I’ll work on di
