Miras aga and Arlan are almost done with setting up our tent. Dilnur was done ages ago with his and Zhanat's tent. He is now making a fire ring while the women are slicing the marinated beef for the shashlik.
I decided to lend a hand to Miras aga and Arlan with the tent. When we were done, the three of us approached the other three.
"Smells good," Miras aga remarked with a smile as he looked for something to sit on.
Arlan and I followed after him. He found a good log to sit on first and settled down beside Jade next to the fire ring. Arlan and I found small logs a few meters away from the camp. I settled next to Miras aga while Arlan sat down next to me. We both held out our hands to the fire to warm up.
"It's nice to be out here. Even in this cold," Zhanat said.
"I agree. Winter camping is one of the best experiences I've ever had," Miras aga responded.
"You still owe us the story of your other son," I jumped in.
He chuckled.