Dimitri stood an wiped his brow before taking a moment to admire his work. Each seed had been planted, watered, and covered with a healthy dose of fertilizer that he was pretty sure wouldn't be FDA approved if the FDA was still around. His work for the day done, the silent giant drained the remainder of his canteen, then exited the greenhouse after receiving permission from the soldiers that guarded it. With sore muscles, a stiff back, and a slight case of dehydration from a long day of working under extreme conditions, Dimitri began to shuffle home with a lowered head and slumped shoulders, paying little attention to the slowly dispersing crowd that had gathered to watch someone's whipping. Out of the corner of his eye, Dimitri noticed a pair of people helping what he assumed to be the recipient of the whipping to his feet.

Dimitri knew well that this was considered a crime punishable by arrest and physical correction, however he made no move to notify the preoccupied soldiers. To that note, he also made no move to help the trio as they made their escape. Best to keep your head down rather than get it bitten off. That was Dimitri's motto, and he'd be damned if he went about changing it today.