[@Wick]

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[color=#5F755E][h2]Sasha Belov[/h2][/color][/center]


Despite being shoved around like a sack of potatoes, Sasha didn't really wake up throughout the whole ordeal. Once he was on the bed, his feet still hung off the end. By this time in his life, he was used to that sort of thing. 

The Russian man slumbered for a while, letting out the occasional, soft snore, or shifting around. It seemed like forever before he was finally rested enough to wake up on his own accord. He was hungry, thirsty, and his body still had lingering soreness from the sickness. He groaned and turned his head, his eyes landing once more on the young woman who had first met him outside of the bunker. She was asleep against the wall in the corner. That couldn't be comfortable.

"Izvinite devochka, mozhno li mne nemnogo vody, pozhaluysta?

His words were slurred and his voice was gravely again. It probably didn't help that he wasn't speaking English. Sasha blinked, then corrected himself. 

"Excuse me? Girl? May I have some water, please?"

Sasha slowly pulled himself into a sitting up position. He looked down and noticed his wrists, free of chains. He tenderly rubbed the chaffed skin where the restraints had one been. Then it hit him why he was here in the first place. He had to warn them!