As a Spetsnaz soldier, Viktor had to be put through hell to become what he was. He had seen the terrors of war, the mutilated corpses left from explosions, his comrades blown apart from large caliber rounds and even innocent women and children decimated by hands of radicals, but this entire situation was something Viktor was not prepared for. He was trained to be logical and expect the horror of what war becomes, but this, it was just maddening. Time and space imploding and becoming one and everything being destroyed, a creature so dark and evil even gods couldn't stop it, and now he was being told that this misfit of soldiers from different eras were supposed to stop this creature and his demonic army. This was definitely something a Spetsnaz soldier was not trained.<br/><br/>Viktor kept his cold expression on his face. Showing emotion was a weakness and at this time having weakness was not good. Even though he was in the present of what seemed to be "friends" his finger was still on the trigger of his Dragunov,  and his body was in the perfect position to fire off a quick few shots in case things got rough, however his rifle was still lowered to the ground to show he didn't want trouble.<br/><br/>He began observing every warrior, looking at their body structures, their weapons, their stances, the looks in their eyes. They were all professionals for their times. From his basic history and war classes, he recognized everyone. He appeared to be the most current soldier from the timeline here. This was good for him. Just in case anything went wrong, he knew everything about them.<br/><br/>Then something broke his train of thought. One of them spoke. He turned his head slightly and saw the World War Two soldier talking. It sounded like English.<br/><br/>"Da, I can understand you Canadian. Either we can all understand each other, or you're speaking English and only some of us can understand you. I hope it's not the latter, otherwise this is going to be hell," the Russian spoke softly.