The Bear

Moscow

“Oh my God I’m tired,” Ivan said as he threw himself onto the bed.

“You’re the youngest one here. I’m the one who should feel dead,” Danil replied. “I haven’t done anything like that in, well, longer than I care to remember.” Captain Jenner simply fell onto the bed and was asleep in seconds, his clothes still on. Sasha stumbled in behind and plopped down in the wing-backed, upholstered chair. It wasn’t bed, but it was almost too comfortable to move from. He stretched his legs, sinking down as far as he could go.

“Danil.” Sasha kicked out, hitting Danil’s foot with his. “Wake up.” He kicked again. “Danil.”

“What?”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do.”

“After the training tomorrow, you’ve got to check out the plane.”

Danil’s only reply was the sound of his snoring. But, Sasha wouldn’t have heard the answer anyway. He was fast asleep, slumped down into the chair.