<strong>Guard Aleks Popov<br/>Personal Quarters</strong><br/><br/>Arriving at his quarters his first order of business is to clean up.  En-route to the shower, he stops by the kitchen and pulls out a hidden bottle of scotch.  He slowly pours himself a liberal shot over rocks.  Circling the scotch through the ice he takes a sip and head back to get a shower.    As he enters the bathroom he immediately sets the water to warming up.  While the water warms, he removes his clothing.  Standing in front of the mirror he stares at the number of scars that trace across his body.  Running his fingers along one of the longer ones he remembers back to the cause.  With the steam beginning to obscure his view it brings his thoughts back to the present.<br/><br/>Quickly finishing his shower, he dresses in some jeans and a plain white t-shirt.  Finishing the last of his scotch in one gulp.  Wincing as it slides down the back of his throat. Looking back into the mirror he growls at what he sees looking back.  He suddenly throws the glass into the sink sending shards of glass flying in all directions.<br/><br/>Needing to get out, he storms from his quarters and heads to the cafeteria.  As he walks he slows his breathing  calming himself as he goes.  It had been a while since his mood grew so dark so quickly.  He attributes it to the conspiracy theory conversations with Anzhelika earlier.  Maybe he can find her and they can continue their conversation.  After that he may need to pay one of the female prisoners a visit.