<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'">Well this was definitely turning out to be one of the strangest interactions Feliks had ever had in his life, and he had had quite a few before the downfall of the world. Although he should say this was at the top of his list for after the downfall of the world. The woman was angry with him but she wasn't... at the same time? His brows were knitted together in confusion as she spoke between him and other man. His ears and his mind trying to keep up with her as she spoke but God she was talking fast. Havenshire? He killed someone's father? Well that wouldn't have been the first time, he thought to himself as he looked the woman up and down as she handed him a key. <br/>
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"Krasny garazh, zhelty zabor." He repeated roughly as he took the key from her, understanding her intentions. There were mentions of a shot gun which would be good to have for many reasons although he wasn't quite sure why she was trusting him with such knowledge even if he would have to go through the trouble of finding the shells for it. He had slipped the key into his pocket and was about to do as he was told when he heard yet another voice. <br/>
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He couldn't help but laugh as the woman called them stupidheads, a soft chuckle coming from him as the woman approached them in much the same way he had done when he had exited the gas station. Hands raised and seemingly as nonthreatening as possible. But then she spoke Russian and his face lit up, the corners of his mouth turning up into a rather sloppy grin as his heart fluttered in his chest. It had been so long since he had heard anyone else speaking his mother tongue and that fact that it just happened here and now all of times and places nearly made him cry. <br/>
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She nodded her head in the direction that she was going to go and he shook his head, motioning in the direction of the house that the other woman had told him about. "U menia yest klucz." He said, trying to keep his voice soft but loud enough so that she would be able to hear him as he went off the rough directions that the woman had given him of the red garage and the yellow privacy fence. "Sleduy saa mnoy." He told her, motioning for her to follow him before he disappeared into the alleyway and headed towards the house that would protect them from the coming undead for now. <br/>
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(krasny garazh, zhelty zabor = red garage, yellow fence; u menia yest klucz. = I have a key; sleduy saa mnoy = follow me)</span>