"Well, that's easy at least," he agrees.

He has no idea which boxes go where. They didn't label them, except for the one with the Russian on it, but Martin can sort of remember the order in which they were loaded into the van.

He's pretty sure these are bedroom boxes.

Maybe.

"Are you guys flatting, or are you just helping out?" he asks when he comes back out, ready to grab another stack from the van.