The young Russian closed the fridge door and started to look around. It was all so very different. The smells, the feel of things. He ran his hand over the table and tried to take everything in. But it was hard. His whole world was different. And what of God? Was He still watching?
He hoped his Mother was okay... his dear Mother and his sister. Razumikhin too, he had been such a dear friend to Rodya. He worried for his dear Sonia, and prayed silently that she would be well.