For Dmitri, of course, it was quite the opposite. It felt like his brain was finally relaxed, not having to constantly translate one way or the other. It wasn't just the language, but that these very streets were so familiar to him, and some of the faces around the marketplace.
"Khrap-" he repeated. "He is snoring all night," he explained with a laugh. "It is like- the ch in Bach," he explained. "Kh-rap."