"Yes, certainly something to look forward too." Anya can't quite imagine what summer will look like here. Her mind can conjure up laughing children and beach picnics and far fewer clothes than the summer holidays of her youth. She hasn't had a chance to relax and enjoy nice weather in years, either working or walking through it. For Gleb, she assumes the story must be similar. There had been wars going on, new societies to rebuild. The promised spring didn't come quick enough.

She gives him another smile before moving to extract her keys from her too-small purse. Holding them in her left hand, she guides them to her apartment door, glad that there aren't any stairs for them to walk up. In her heels that would be almost treacherous.

The conversation has turned back to a nice, mellow note, but here at the door of her flat, she is almost sorry that the night is truly finished. It always had to come to an end. They couldn't keep walking for forever, but part of her wishes that it could go on. But barring inviting him in — an idea that makes her heart pound — this is all that there is left.

Sliding her key into the lock, she turns it and opens it just enough before turning back to him. "Thank you for walking me home, I appreciate it," she says softly, as she looks up at him. Then an impulse seizes her and she takes a step and brushes quick kiss against his cheek. It's more of the ghost of a kiss than any actual contact.

Returning to the ground, she steps back into the doorway. "Goodnight, Gleb. Please get home safe."

And just like that, she steps into her apartment, sparing a brief glance back at him as she closes the door.