<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br/>Cafetaria</strong><br/><br/>She laughed at Aleks.<br/><br/><strong>"The Goth in 17 is good enough for now. But let them get to know eachother for now. No need for unrest."</strong><br/>Her grey brown eyes glinstered as she looked away.<br/><strong>"I'll just use these today,"</strong>she said and held up her slim hands with long and slender fingers."<br/><br/>Then she turned to Aleks again in a more serious matter.<br/><strong>"We don't get paid to think but do we get paid enough to spend our lives trapped in this place Aleks? Alkalyk was Hell, but at least the guards were free to go. We knew what the inmates did and what we were up against. The warden tells us nothing and that creep scientist.. I swear if he gets his chance he'll do me."</strong><br/><br/>Anzhelika kind of expected a 'who wouldn't' from Aleks but continued again with a sigh.<br/><strong>"Criminals or not, nobody deserves to die like that girl from 06 a couple months ago. Especially not at this age."</strong><br/><br/>She was referring to a female prisoner in her early thirties who, after a couple weeks of 'research', attacked Anzhelika and when the latter one refused to use the kill switch, the woman pressed it herself, leaving Anzhelika covered in blood, brains and eyeballs, something that had shook her more than she admitted.