After the fire was out, the food was gone and they'd gone through a few jars of booze everyone staggered into the old brick building, found a spot and laid down to go to sleep. It'd been a really good day and now the younger men had some stories of their own to tell to their kids and grandkids about the place the old times kept a secret for all these years.
Here he wasn't a great doctor, a war veteran or a crazy old fart. He was just... Sergei. Maybe he was wrong holding onto this little piece of the past but he didn't give a rat's ass if he was wrong. He was happy that's all that mattered.
Come morning they'd all wake up, head home and the day would move forward. Time would march on as it always did but for now he would simply enjoy camping under the stars with his family. He drifted off to sleep dreaming of golden days long since past with people who'd been called home long ago and as the night passed quietly the old man...simply smiled.