Vlad is quiet for a few moments, eyes not focusing on anything in particular. The memories feels like a faded dream – something too out of reach for him to even hold on to. It’s like sand running through his fingers and he is trying to catch all of the sand with nothing.<br/><br/>“No,” he says slowly. “No, I didn’t.”<br/><br/>It was simply the reality of things. He didn’t find the people he was looking for, like many others down here. His faith was one shared by many. Families were separated, and whoever made it underground were on their own.  The first years in Metro were dominated by chaos and people desperately trying to reunite with friends and family – people who were most likely dead, but clinging onto the hope that they were down here was something most people needed. Even Vlad himself.<br/><br/>He nods to the next question Ivan asks. “We did, yes. We used to fly high up in the skies and go to other countries far, far away from Moscow,” he says as he watches Ivan. He left Russia a few times in his younger years. He liked it, being outside of Russia, seeing new places and meeting new people. He remembers the joy of travelling.<br/><br/>It’s a short laugh that leaves Vlad when Ivan tells him he wants to leave before he shakes his head to that. “And go where, Ivan?” he asks as he looks over at the younger man. “There is no life out there. It’s no-man’s land, not to talk about the outside.”