<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Colonel Droskivitch was a brilliant man and an even better soldier. But as far as I've seen, today's wastelands require a certain breed of individuals to fight and win the battles that need to be fought. Mari might have been one of those, but she didn't have the courage. Marco just wasn't even a soldier, he was just an American who came to Europe for riches, an ambition many of his nationality have. one that he shared with some of your own countrymen before the collapse. I'm no soldier, but I am a survivor."</span>Vasya said as he checked the belt of his newly acquired RPD.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"As for where i'm going. I don't much care. I have ammunition to spare now, and as such am not as worried as I may have been a while before. But you should lead the way. You're clearly native to this land, and I am not."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"I will avenge my comrades one way or another. By eliminating those who started this, or to die trying."</span>Then he chuckled.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"That sounds so cliche, but then again that's only part of it. Life is an adventure, but this journey is just a more elaborate one with much risk involved. Despite all else, it's satisfying."</span>Vasya then proceeded to pull back the charging handle of the RPD, chambering a fresh round and then tapping on his phone triggering faint russian hardbass to play from his backpack quiet enough that it wouldn't alert enemies of their position, but loud enough that you could still hear it as you witnessed Vasya's eyes shimmer and the faint shape of a grin forming under the neck gaitor covering the lower half of his face.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Lead on miss Aizawa."</span>