CHAPTER 8
Krill was always amazed at Vagin's home. He and the other councilman had been best friends for centuries. Having shared concerns regarding hunters, they lived relatively close as Siberian residences go. It would only take approximately thirty minutes by snowmobile or other snow transport to get to Krill's location. Where Krill has a home made from stone and wood, Vagin's was a bit more unique.
"Holy s**t, you live in a mountain?" Ian gasped.
Shrugging, Vagin replied, "It is safe, convenient, and sufficient for my needs."
Krill barely held back his smile at the way Vagin was speaking. He was acting like an uptight ass, and for the life of him, Krill didn't know why. Vagin was a jokester and his home was his pride and joy. They had worked their asses off building this place an
