<div style="visibility: visible; border-top: 5px solid #012A36; border-bottom: 5px solid #29274C; border-left: 5px #252525; border-right: 5px #252525; border-radius: 100%; height: 120px; max-width: 120px; margin: auto;"><div style=" /*IMAGE*/ border-radius: 100%; height: 110px; max-width: 110px; margin: auto; background-size: cover; background-position: center; background-image: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/a2d583b73cb7c94c824fa8741f216eab/tumblr_pxdovgIOpl1tgfxqco2_500.gif); font-size: 0px;">image</div></div><div style=" font-size: 20px; font-weight: lighter; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px;"><span style="font-family:Quicksand">Feliks</span></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The sound of the bike hadn't caught his attention, his own scrapings and groanings inside the gas station covering it up. But as he exited he couldn't help but hear the woman yelling at him. Looking up and raising his hands into the air quickly as he had a gun pointed on him. She was yelling at him, what had he done wrong? Was she with the man that he had killed? He didn't know. But he swallowed hard and kept his hands in the air as he looked to the girl, then to the bike, then to the rather large man that had gotten off of the bike and had walked away. There was no way he would be able to take both of them, not to mention the gun. He didn't have a gun. <br/>
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It took a moment for his mind to translate what was being said to him and he stuttered. What the hell was he going to do? He couldn't hardly speak a lick of English so there was going to be no way he was going to be able to communicate that the man had attacked him while he was sleeping. That he had tied him up and had planned on eating him but he had managed to slip out of the ties because he had suffered far worse bondage through his youth. <br/>
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"Uh... ya — net..." He took a deep breath in, letting it puff his cheeks out as he let them out. Doing his best to make himself look as less threatening as possible. Even going as far as ducking down even though the woman didn't seem like she was being that far off of his height to begin with. But it was a rather submissive gesture as his head ducked lower and his shoulders slumped. "Russky." He said, motioning to himself trying to get her to understand that he was Russian and although he could mostly understand spoken English he had trouble speaking it. <br/>
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He pointed to the man on the ground then made a motion like he was mimicking eating something before he spoke. "On sobiralsia suest menia. Yest." He said the last word and made an exaggerated chewing motion with his teeth, clacking them together loudly. <br/>
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(ya — net = I don't; russky = Russian; on sobiralsia suest menia. = he was going to eat me; yest = eat)</span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
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"There we go." She said rather soothingly as she helped him climb out of the car, doing her best to be his strength and his balance until he was leaning up against the side of her car. "Take the time that you need. We're going nowhere fast." She said with a smile although there was a little more concern showing around the corners of her eyes as she looked at him. "Whenever you're ready I'll help you to the house, alright." </span><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>