Alexi seemed left to his own devices, for the most part. But he couldn't really blame them. It looked like they more important issues than a compliant prisoner.  The American who kept staring at him as if he would rip his eyes out got amusing for the first few minutes. But now it was wearing a bit thin, the hopes he was having for this group was beginning to fail miserably at that.<br/><br/>But then again, he really didn't want to be back out there either.  There was someone keeping watch by the window, he thought, the solider who nodded at him when they passed. But that didn't mean he didn't glance out himself. An old habit that was hard to break.<br/><br/>Besides, he knew they were out there. There was no such thing as a few Russians on a military operation in controlled territory. It was really just a matter of time before they found this place, if they haven't already.<br/><br/>Hard to say how many he laid dead out there, shoved into dark places and probably being eaten by wolves just to get this far. But any good scout would find them, and they had plenty of those to go around.<br/><br/>Still with his weapons, Alexi leaned his back to the wall and took off the magazine, opening the chamber idly as he dug around for a cloth to wipe any grime out. That was the joy of an AK, all it needed was a little polishing to keep it going here and there..