For Anatoly, during the Blizzard

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Unlike the rest of the island, the drop in temperature and the sudden snow brought a smile to Lex's face. Or more, it wasn't the weather that had him smiling, but the child like excitement that had taken over Anatoly. They'd prepared their hut with supplies and now were settled in for as long as the storm would last, prepared to enjoy it.

And enjoy it they were. The chess board was set up in it's place, a game underway. Aeneas was curled up asleep in a pile of blankets under the table, next to an empty bottle of vodka. Anatoly, dressed in Soviet army gear, was contemplating his next chess move while Lex, dressed once again in his Marshall uniform, was opening another bottle of vodka, so the snow could be properly celebrated.

Once the bottle was open, Lex took a drink before passing it over. "Have I stumped you already, my dear Grandmaster?" He teased with a grin.

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Anatoly laughed merrily as he accepted the bottle. "Of course not, Sascha. I was only waiting for you to come back so you could properly witness this brilliant move." With a flourish, his knight swooped down to capture one of Lex's rooks.

Snow outside, his beloved Lex, vodka and chess - what more could he ask for? He took a deep drink from the bottle and passed it back.