Jean-Pierre narrowed his eyes at Mia with irritation. "Just because zey wiped out ze people zere doesn't mean it's gone. If we find a plane I can pilot it." He said before rolling his eyes and muttering about stubborn people and not knowing what's good for them. "Fine zen. I shall go on my own." He went in the direction of the airport moving fast with a purpose his hands on his handguns. "Zere had better be a plane I can pilot zere. I cannot stand being one more minute in zis pisshole of a country." He muttered to himself. His eyes went wide as he heard something ahead of him. He saw a small boy around 10 years old walking in the same direction he was. Far up ahead he saw a Terror. "Shit..." He whispered to himself before he pelted off in the boy's direction. He grabbed the boy up and covered his mouth just as the Terror let out a screech. He moved low and quiet through the shadows. He made his way over to a small alcove where he and the boy could hide unseen. When the Terror had gone he slapped the boy upside the head. "Do you speak English?" He asked the boy. "I don't understand you." The boy said in Russian. Jean-Pierre sighed and looked the boy in the eyes. "That's obviously a no. I asked if you speak English. I don't like speaking Russian as it's not my best language. What were you thinking? You nearly got yourself killed." He said in Russian the boy looked defiantly back at him. "Nuh uh! I was perfectly okay alone!" Jean-Pierre rolled his eyes and grabbed the boys chin. "Did you hear that Terror screech? It smelled you and it was about to hunt you. If I hadn't gotten you to safety you'd be dead right now. I'd be thanking me right now if I were you!" The boy sarcastically got on his hands and knees and bowed before Jean-Pierre. "Thank you, oh might savior thank you!" He smirked and popped the boy on the ass. "You're coming with me kid. I want you to live, but let's get one thing straight, you do as I say. That's how you'll survive in this world, boy." The boy nodded and they went on their way towards the airport. "I'm Jean-Pierre by the way." The boy looked up at him and smiled slightly. "Vladimir."