<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Vasya Ivanov Kerynski."</span>He stated as he stopped cleaning his glasses and peered at them a moment before he slipped them back on. Afterward, he unslung his backpack and removed a fresh fifty round drum from one of the backpack's special side pockets and replaced the half full fifty round drum that had been loaded into he rifle, and placed the half full one in the vacated pocket.Then he slipped the backpack back on and checked the wrist-cuff he wore with his phone. Looking at the map now displayed on it.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Hmph. Miss, would you help me collect my brass? i've gotta be able to reload it the expended ammunition once I get to a safe place."</span>He asked as he took his rifle and used it to push himself up into a standing position.<br/><br/>Vasya was clearly athletic, but the slightly loose fitting clothes he wore told you that while he maintains muscle mass, he was thin, and most of the muscle became from rigorous agility and endurance training rather than activities that would build the kinds of muscular masses and structures that would lead to broad shoulders and unnecessary amounts of upper body strength. He only needed to be strong enough to be able climb anything and everything, the rest was just from running all the time.<br/><br/>As a result Vasya was the kind of combatant that would appear in one place at one point, make a few potshots, and then take cover before suddenly appearing at another position a mind boggling distance away for the small amount of time he'd been in cover. He was unpredictable, and being a slav, the wildest wildcard of wildcards.