A school teacher and a college student. He knew these people were a lot smarter than he was. He had been with the Spetsnaz for years. Unfortunately, he knew what it was like to be looking for someone, but he never got the exhilarating feeling of them being alive when he found them. Everyone had their weapons away, but he wasn't going to take the risk of letting his guard down. [color=9e0b0f]"I am no army man Miss, I am Spetsnaz."[/color] The military was all the same for these people, but he grew up around it. He lost family and friends to war. This was his life style. 

[color=9e0b0f]"My name is Viktor. Viktor Kovshevnikov. My story is long, and will prove useless to you both."[/color] He kept a blank face. He didn't have emotion to show. While survivors were nice to have, it took quite a bit to build his trust. Two of his comrades, his brothers, his family had betrayed him. He would make quick work of the two if they proved to be extra weight. He already knew the two would get along just fine because they were both from the same place. Viktor took his hand off of his pistol and and placed his mask back on before walking he rested his hand back on the rifle grip. [color=9e0b0f]"Shall we?"[/color] Viktor began to walk in the direction Henry had pointed to. He kept his ears open, to listen if they would say anything to each other, but he also listened for bandits and monsters.