<div style="text-align: center;">[<a class="postlink" href="http://www.creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=46478&amp;hilit=vlad">OOC</a>] [<a class="postlink" href="http://8tracks.com/maybe-not-steve/tell-me-a-story-vlad">Playlist</a>]</div><br/><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Tell me a story, Vlad!"<br/><br/>Guarding is boring. Like, really boring. Театральная<span style="vertical-align: super;">1</span> is just by the Red Line, but that does not make life any more exciting. Mostly, their jobs consist of denying people entry to the route to Полис<span style="vertical-align: super;">2</span>. Ivan has never been there himself, being only eighteen years old. It <span style="font-style: italic">is</span> only two stations away, and a long time ago, the trip would have taken him mere minutes. In the world Ivan has been born and raised in, however, functioning trains are a luxury, and other, far more dangerous things prowl the tunnels. And Vlad, the grizzled guard and father figure standing next to him, has survived all of it so far.<br/><br/>Ivan shifts his gun onto his other shoulder. He cannot recall a time it has ever been fully loaded. He shoot another of his innumerable admiring glances at Vlad. The man is incredible. "Pleeeeeaaaase, Vlad?"<br/>________________<br/>1 - Teatral'naya<br/>2 - Polis</div></div>