<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br/>Cellblock CD17 - Cafetaria </strong><br/><br/>Aleks walks into the cafeteria casually looking around at the few other guards.  He gives a respectful nod at a few of them.  Very few he had seen during rounds, and if it was up to him he wouldn’t know even that many.  His eye catches Anzhelika, she is about the only person in this place that he could have almost a friendly conversation with.  Approaching her with a light smile, that quickly fades to a frown when she looks around skittishly.<br/><br/>He takes a seat to hear what has her wired.  As she talks about the prisoners he shakes his head lightly in agreement he has thought the same thing.  He says with a thick accent, “Anzhelika, you know we don’t get paid to think.  We get paid to keep the prisoners from killing each other or us.”  He rests his chin in one hand and adds, “But you are right, that freak in 08 is going to be trouble.  I felt it as soon as I saw how she reacted during processing. Like this fucking place is a carnival!”<br/><br/>Not wanting to discuss it any further, he hates talking about he weird shit he doesn’t understand.  Figuring he may as well chat some more since his day off is almost over and not like he has much else to do.  He gives her a smirk, before saying , “Next time you go off to flirt with the new prisoners, if you could remember to bring me along.  I almost ran in there in my briefs.”  His laughs half-heartedly, “So which of those nubile ladies meets your fancy today?”  He knows her tastes vary from one day to the next.<br/>