"That is a long story." He said, pulling himself in the window before turning and shutting it behind him. Within moments he was slumped against the wall, sliding down to the floor and leaning his head back against it. He closed his eyes, sighing and just staying there for a long moment.

"So, what are the chances I can have some food? I'll explain everything, I swear to God." He mumbled, just looking up at him. Honestly, seeing Steve, being let inside...he didn't think he'd ever been so thankful before in his entire life.

"Just so you know though? Russians are assholes." He scrubbed his hand over his face again and back through his filthy hair. "Oh...and please tell me you know how to get ahold of El and the Byers? Because they need to come back. They need to come back...now." He sighed, wondering exactly how Steve was going to respond to everything he was going to tell him.