Tragic Scheme

Daime wakes up cold as he looks over to his phone to see what time it is in Russia. His phone says four thirty in the early morning. He groans as he looks up to the ceiling of the small house and frowns.

Yesterday is eventful for Daime. Yesterday is also his first day of seeing Khabarovsk and having a trip from that place to where the old lady lives. 

He inhales a heavy sigh as he sits down from the small bed and stretches both of his arms, legs and his back. Crackles from overused bones are being heard all throughout the room. 

He even stretches his lower back and tries to hear if he it will have cracks, too. Nonetheless, after what Daime did, he yawns at the freezing morning in the mountains peak. 

He looks at the window seal but it is covered with heavy snow and moistening glass that it is hard to see what does it looks outside of the small house.