After examining the woman a little closer, he came to the conclusion that this was a purposal to become allies, or friends. He noticed the rifle on her back. He noticed that she was gripping her machete tighter, for he could tail the difference in skin tone where her knuckles and the rest of her hand were. Another man topped it off. [color=662d91]"Sorry mate, I don't speak that. English, please?" [/color] He automatically assumed that the woman was from Britain. Right when he was about to lower his firearm another individual came out, a man, with another sharp object gripped in his hand. He immediately swung his firearm between the two. He thought that this was gonna get messy.

Two Brits and a Russian, what could go wrong? After they exchanged a few words, he let the rifle drop to his side, letting the sling catch it so it wouldn't hit the ground. He made a slow walk towards the group. He took his mask off and let it hang from his jacket. Viktor wanted to put on a more friendly face, but to show that he was obviously still cautious and he didn't quite trust them just yet, he let his hand rest on his pistol grip, so if things did get hairy, he could put an end to it. [color=9e0b0f]"I am sorry for the hostile action."[/color] His accent was thick, yet understandable. [color=9e0b0f]"I hope this wasn't a bad first impression."[/color] Viktor didn't care about these people just yet, and he knew the same was for him. There were now three options to go along with this, he could walk away with one comrade, two comrades, or himself. Viktor's only fear is a repeat of what happened last time he was with survivors. It was either him, or them. This case was a little different, for now.