"There is always a place to stay, when you know where to look. Even if that place is not so luxurious." Russia cocks his head, and there's a hint of teasing in his manner, the tilt of his head as he indicates a direction vaguely southeast. The reminder of the other's youth invites a little light predation, something he's sure both of them understand without any elaboration.

"Would you like to visit, maybe?" Teasing or not, the invitation is sincere. "There is coffee and tea, at least."