Mila had to put Willoughby in the bedroom before going to answer the door - she had forgotten before, more than once actually, and the excited pup had quickly bounded out of the flat and down the stairs with motions that practically screamed 'freedom! freedom!'. She didn't want her dog to be free, it was the only thing that kept her from dying of loneliness most nights.
"Privyet," she said cheerfully when she opened to door. Hi. Although her owl had said she wouldn't be bothered if Yuri decided not to show, the truth was that she would have been upset. Not with him - she understood that things came up, but in general. If nothing else it was nice to hear something harsher than English. When he spoke, if she closed her eyes and ignored the language, she could almost imagine being home.