"Polis," Vlad echoes. He has been there a few times, but he never had much of a reason to go back. He likes it at Teatral'naya. It's nice, it's warm and he has a tent. He doesn't have to fight anyone to keep his spot as long as he contributes to the station. He can't help but shake his head to the suggestion.<br/><br/>He looks up when he hears the next shift of guards approach them. He lets out a soft sigh as he gets up from the box he has been sitting on, his knees giving off a cracking sound. He can't run from old age. He looks at the two men and greets them with a nod and a very short rapport of Ivan's and his uneventful shift. It's how he likes it to be. Uneventful and quiet.<br/><br/>"We have vegetables," he says as he follows Ivan through the tunnel. He buys meat every now and then, but mostly they live of off vegetables and mushrooms. It's what he can afford for two people. He know he can kick Ivan out - the kid was just there one day but he doesn't have the heart to do so. Somebody has to take care of him, and he doesn't mind the company in the end. He can't even imagine what would have happened to Ivan if he had decided to kick him out the moment he had crept into his tent and made himself at home.