Rodya had never encountered someone who knew, who understand. Granted this stranger looked as though he were from the present age to Rodya but there was something he couldn't place his finger on.
"Yes, I am very far from home" he replied with a nod of his head. "My home is in Russia... 1866 to be precise. And what of you, stranger? Is this place your home? What is your name?" he asked.