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His steps were light as Lex wandered down the path in the direction of Anatoly's hut for their first Russian lesson. His mood was high for two reasons: his actual true joy of learning something new and spending time with someone that he considered a friend. Clark had been his first real friend, so the idea was still new to him. At home he couldn't trust just anyone and here was proving to be almost as difficult. But Lex didn't feel like that around Anatoly. He felt more like Lex then Lex Luthor then he had since arriving on the island and it hadn't taken nearly killing himself by driving recklessly off a bridge to do it.

In his hand, he clutched a small bottle of rum. He'd heard rumors of Han Solo giving away semi decent rum. When he'd noticed that today was the day of the Russian Revolution, he felt the need to bring something to celebrate so he'd tracked down the famous smuggler, hiding his inner geeky fanboy rather well if he thought so himself, and managed to procure some of said alcohol.

Finally arriving at the hut, Lex knocked on the wood by the door. "Hello?" He called politely in Russian, not sure yet if he should just walk in or not. He figured it was better to be polite.