It felt strange to Zhenya, that as he stepped out of the rover in his battle kit and rifle in hand, he did not feel even a twinge of hesitation or discomfort. Needless to say, this was perhaps one of the strangest things he had ever done - wearing full combat kit with a full-sized rifle in a densely-populated city? Not even the SVR or GRU would be willing to do that, and that was proven by Medved's hushed words through his earpiece. "I have to say, Lima, you all are not very subtle." Medved-One said, with no small amount of amusement in his voice. "We have parked somewhere quiet and secluded. Going silent. We will inform you when we are ready."

Zhenya followed behind his team as they entered the building, breaching the door as he was ordered. Rather than going with the usual 'foot-to-the-lock' method, he decided that, just this once, he would give whoever that was on the other side a shock. He took a few steps back from the door, then ran straight into it, smashing it clean off it's hinges by his weight alone. The captain finished off the few people that were in the room with the efficiency that Zhenya had grown used to. "Leave us some next time," The Russian said, feigning boredom. Nonetheless, he took the brief moment of peace to take a look around the room.

There was not much to see, save for the radio blasting out Islamic music that sounded a lot more like prayers to him. Zhenya followed the team into the lift and clambered through the emergency exit after Scott. The Russian had guessed the plan the moment the Captain pushed the panel open, and he did not like what he was going to do one bit. It was very likely that Zhenya had the heaviest kit out of everyone on the team, and scaling up three floors using only the lift cables which were no doubt going to be oily. With a sigh, gave a prayer to a God he had long since stopped worshipping, and began the slow climb.

It was no surprise to Zhenya that he was the last to get onto the roof, a good couple of seconds after the person in front of me, and though Zhenya did not want to admit it, he felt pretty winded by the climb. That was the last time he would use body armour for such a mission; next time, he would get his hands on a nice, good plate carrier. Of course, that was assuming there would be a next time. "All up, Captain." He reported and moved to the edge of the roof, beside Scott. He prepared his rope for the rappel ahead of them, and looked to the Captain. "Medved will report when they are in position. They should not be long now."