The pain on the fella's face was severe, a mixture of blood, dirty and shards of glass from his max imbedded into the side of his face close to his eye. At least it wasn't his good eye, he could still use a rifle. Even with the pain however the young man was more than willing to push past it, trying to reach over to his bag for something as he watched the girl reach for some tweezers, 'clicking' them in the air, but was used to feeling pain before. This hadn't been the first time being shot at before. At least the wound that cut through his side went in and out, easy to patch up by himself as Alyx would try to clear out the glass from his face.<strong>"Just do what you can, I'll manage..."</strong>Slowly but surely however the painkiller she had been given was wearing off, and while she would begin to feel pain again, she would also be able to think more clearly and not be so clouded. Removing his jacket and patching around his second wound it appeared he had quite a few scars to show - claw marks, knife wounds, and another bullet wound as well. Seems many of those who tried to survive and live in the Zone certainly wouldn't escape completely unharmed.<br/><br/>Seconds later footsteps would be heard near the edge of the clearing close to the church stone fence. Thankfully it wasn't the same armed bandits that had been chasing them - it was the other whom had helped both Alyx and this other fella that she was trying to heal. He rushed over, his rifle in hand as he took cover by the large double door-frame, keeping an eye out.<strong>"There's still a few following us. At least eight or so, maybe more..."</strong>He paused, looking over to see his face had been hurt.<strong>"You alright?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I'll be fine if you hand me that bottle there..."</strong>he grunted, his hand still outreaching for it. Leaning over the other fellow grabbed hold of the bottle and pulled it out of the bag, revealing it to be an old bottle of vodka. Handing it to him, the mask wearing fella drank a small bit, then even poured it onto his wounds, cursing quietly before setting it down.<strong>"By the way...never exchanged names before all that mess. That's Ivan Trodnik, best guide in the entire Zone"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Second best"</strong>he replied, Ivan taking another swig of the vodka.<br/><br/><strong>"...I'm Alexandir...though close friends call me 'Sasha'. Yours?"</strong>