It was not much better today. It is still freezing in this tent. The snow has receded, yet it is still so very high. We will not be able to move until tomorrow. That breaks my heart the most. Another day that we could be retreating, we are waiting. The winter only grows worse here.

  "You are always so depressed. Lighter than yesterday, but still depressed," Lawrence informed me.

  I shook my head, "No, you don't understand. We have been stuck in this tent for three days. I want nothing more than to get out of this tent."

  "You want nothing more than to get out of this tent? Wow, you really have bad ambitions. I want to be out of Russia. That's just the start. Besides, you think I have no idea. I have been stuck in this tent for three days with you. It's simply awful. All you do is be dreary all of the time. Make the best of something for once. Please."

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  I sighed and curled up, trying to get some warmth. The lack of people in the tent caused us to be farther apart than I remembered. At least none of us were sick, I suppose.

  "You want one thing and then you want another," Lawrence remarked, "You want out of the tent when you're in it, and you want in it when you're out. You are the most fickle person I have met in my entire life, Felix."

  "Thank you," was all I managed to say.

  I don't believe him. Did he not realize that not all of us were going to make it much past what we already have done. Half of us are already gone. He could be next. I could be next. Worse, Angelo could be next. My only comfort is that he is sleeping beside me comfortably. Lord, please let Angelo survive if you let one of us live. Not me or Lawrence or even Yuri if it be one. Just Angelo.