Rodya jumped, his heart racing even more. He felt like he had been caught doing something terrible... So far from home and yet the ghosts still pursued him.
"Where... where is this strange place? Where am I?" he asked the stranger. "And just who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling.
The young Russian wore a thick, heavy dark green coat, over a simple shirt and waistcoat, somewhat old fashioned looking seeing as they were from the 1800's. His trousers and shoes were simple but sturdy, and his hair, about chin length, straggly and thick. It was a beautiful deep red colour, set against pale skin and rough facial hair, strange shaped brown eyes watching the stranger with care.