Rodya had been out walking. He thought that perhaps the fresh air would do him some good, allow him to escape the demons which had apparently followed in his footsteps, even to this strange place in time. He used to go for walks when he was in Russia for that reason. A moment to think, a moment to feel and watch, to be and not to wither into the floorboards. To set sorrow and fear aside and cast them to the winds, awaiting their return with dread in an ever lasting storm.
Everything was different now. At least, it was to Rodya. So much so that he found himself constantly questioning, finding more and more questions than answers and sending his poor mind into a spin. Was this all just a second chance? He had technically just got away with murder just as he was ready to confess, transported to some strange place in the future? Why? Who had done this to them? Or what?
And so he walked and walked without direction of any real purpose. Just thinking to himself. That was until his thoughts were interrupted by a man shouting nearby. Rodya looked up and over towards where the voice had come from, his eyes squinting a moment. From where he stood, he couldn't quite make out any features. But the things he spoke of?! Destruction? Domain? Leadership? This man was quite clearly rather mad.
Rodya slowly approached him, watching him with great care. "What you speak of may sound as madness does to some, but your words mean differently to me in a sense... The laws of men, for example. Only lesser men are bound by those laws, however men like ourselves?" he paused. "But you made a point in naming the human species not as your fellow man. Why is that?" he asked, wondering if this man's belief in separation was that severe.