Ivan greeted him with a smile. “Good morning, milij. You’re awake?” Aiden stared at him, hard. There were words in the air. Several of them. They might mean something? “Not awake. Right.” Ivan poured him a cup from the coffee maker and handed it over. “Cream? Sugar?” Those words, Aiden understood. He shook his head and slurped at his coffee instead. Ah, his bean-fuel. How he’d missed it.
