"Uh, hey? Sokov?" a familiar voice crept into the tent. As Raisa lowered her book, she saw Sasha nodding at her and waiting for a reply of some sort. Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, she nodded back and rolled her hand out to a bundle of sheets her younger friend could take a seat on.

"You may enter, sir. Please wipe your feet on the doormat, the butler will take your coat," Raisa said with a straight face, as if she were completely immersed in the novels scene. Sasha grinned at her, crouched under the opening flap and moved inside, his head brushing against the 'ceiling' of the tent. At least it wasn't as bad as some of the station. The worst off only had sleeping bags, or little more than warm sheets. This was cozy, and it gave Raisa some privacy - to sight, anyway. The young man sat down on the sheets and made himself comfortable, then just watched until Raisa flicked the page of her book and put a scrap of paper in between the next two, saving her place when she shut it. "So, what's the occasion?"

"I figured I should know all the other guards better," Sasha replied confidently. Almost too confidently. Maybe he'd rehearsed before he entered?

Raisa raised a brow at him and shrugged, "So you came here first, did you? No visit to Boris, the old veteran you really should be listening to and watching closely? Curious," she said, still acting with neutrality as she dimmed the dirty lamp between the two.

"Oh, I.. feel more comfortable. With you. I mean-. You know? Same age group and stuff," Sasha chuckled nervously. Raisa finally beamed a smile at him and shook her head, chuckling quietly. The two sat in silence for a short while. Raisa wasn't going to ask him what was on his mind. If he had any real questions he'd ask them.

"It's... The tunnel shit, I swear it's closing in on me all the time when we're on du-" Sasha started to tell quietly, but Raisa fell forwards suddenly with her hand over his mouth. The puzzled look he gave her quickly fell away as he heard the low growl of something just outside the tent. A four-legged silhouette stalked past, paying no mind to whomever was inside. That was no dog. That was a damned nosalis. Sasha tapped Raisa on the arm a few times to let her know he wasn't going to freak out. Letting go of Sasha, the blonde silently reached for her weapon while her friend pulled out a worn metro-made handgun from inside his jacket. The silhouette reached the entrance of the tent, then backed away - toward the communal fire where the majority of the station were. Another shadow, a nosalis on two legs creeping by the tent. This was bad! If they yelled to warn the others, they would sign their own death warrants and be ripped apart by the predatory mutants.

But, regardless of what Raisa and Sasha could have done, the station alarm fired and gunfire could be heard across the whole platform... Now there was no choice but to start moving.

Raisa knew this was it. The state of the guard posts were already bad. If the mutants could simply bypass those checkpoints, Kuzminki Station was no longer safe for any human to stay at. With that in mind, she opted to grab all of her gear before exiting the tent, AK primed and ready. Sasha followed her out, watching her back as she led him to the north west tunnel. Evidently, the tunnel leading to the next station wasn't the one teeming with mutants. It wasn't a difficult decision to leave now while they had a chance. There were bandits at Tekstil'schiki, but anywhere would be better than this. Raisa didn't say a word regarding the others, and Sasha didn't care about anything but getting out of there. He couldn't stop looking back... Every burst from a gun, every scream had him on edge...

Kuzminki, or 'Lone Station' to some, had been waiting for this moment. It was inevitable. The few survivors would scatter, and most of the guards would die defending the non-combatants.