Nikolai sighed as he began sharpening his knife against the train rail, obviously bored from simply sitting around with nothing happening. No gun shots, no blood shed, not even a little explosion, it was madness. He decided to sit a bit farther away from the group, putting his equipment out on his seat before looking up. "Man, if there's one problem about being a commando, it's the fact that it's so hard to get into a normal lifestyle." He said to no one in particular, as he continued sharpening his knife. "We're forged from training up to serve and kill, they don't write a guide about all the other trivial bullshit."