Though his "condition" leaves him much physically weaker than he's ever been and ill often, Konstantin is still a very athletic man. He frequently takes jogs and walks around the town, and he's making his way down a row of houses now when he spots a man he doesn't recognise yet up ahead, pilfering through the wreckage of an old cabin.

He hesitates for a moment. While the sociable cosmonaut never faltered with approaching strangers in the past, these days he's much more wary. With the way this place is capable of affecting things, and people, and his own situation so precarious.... Though he's been taking measures towards making it as safe as possible. In his pack is a thermos filled with pulpy bits of grouse, that he can feed to the thing if it starts acting up. There's also a knife, but it's so he can give it to someone else, to defend themselves if they have to. Hopefully it won't come to that.

He doesn't feel any stirrings; the thing seems to be sleeping, as it usually does during the day. So Konstantin starts making his way forwards, the smile he wears genuine and bright. One could never guess that a bloodthirsty monster lurks just beneath his skin.

"Hello!" His voice is layered in a thick Russian, and he lifts a hand to wave, friendly. "Finding anything good?"