Murmansk, one of Russia's largest naval ports as well as its premier fishing port and northern commercial hub. Warmed by the North Atlantic Current, this port within the Arctic Circle remains ice-free year-round. At this time of year, polar night has descended; the sun has sunk below the horizon, and the North Star hangs vertically in the high sky.
The Russian Christmas is approaching, and the streets are filled with festive cheer. A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes walks along the lightly snow-covered path, smiling politely at a girl passing by. Beside him strolls a disheveled man. Despite his sturdy build, his face looks as though it hasn't been tended to in a month; the corners of his greasy mouth chew incessantly as he holds a roasted deer leg in his hand.
"Didn't we just celebrate Christmas a short while ago? How is it not Christmas yet here? Did we time-travel?" Finger takes a huge bite of the roasted deer leg and smacks his lips. "This is easily a thousand times better than the school's pork knuckles!"
Chapter 33