The ladder creaked and little clouds of dust followed behind the boy as he climbed down through the trap.
"What are you doing up there, Sacha?"
He stopped and turned to see his grandfather standing at the foot of the ladder. Michail Ivanov reached up with a wrinkled old hand and took a firm grip.
"You should be careful. Everything is old and falling apart in this house."
The boy continued his descent carrying a box in one hand, holding the rangs of the ladder with the other. Michail watched, he smiled to himself, knowing no matter what he said his grandson would likely not