"Stivi!"
I embraced my brother and noticed something touching his back.
"You're like a skeleton, brother, what the hell?"
He looked down on himself, shaking his head.
"It's easier to fly like that," he said, looking back up.
Diet at 90 pounds... Still, it was great to see him.
"Come, let me introduce my friends."
We turned to the people who had just taken off their thermal gear and were able to breathe normal air again.
"Guys, this here is my big brother, commander of Casey Station..."
"And the surrounding three others along the Antarctic circle and the five outposts on the Australian Antarctic Basin," he interrupted.
For a guy who wants to escape this place like a prison, he sure is proud of those... titles? Oh, brother...
"...my brother, ladies and gentlemen. Finton Lenin Avesta the Third."
"Hey! You promised to never tell." He took a step to the side, annoyed.
