[h3]Viktor Sergeyevich Bezrodny: "Bog znayet gde, Bog znayet kogda"(God knows where, God knows when)[/h3]
When Viktor was awoken from the drug-induced slumber, the first thing he said when he awoke was "YA klyanus' ko Khristu, yesli vy kosnulis' moi sigarety..." as he patted his various pant pockets. Feeling the familiar shape of the small cardboard box, he sat up on the bunk, pulling the pack of cigarettes out from the pocket, removing one, and lighting it with a lighter he had retrieved from a different pocket. Looking around at the room, and at the face of the man who had awoken him, and asked "Where are we? nebo? Is too nice to be ride to Uzbek..."
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[h3] Viktor Sergeyevich Bezrodny: "YA umer i popal na nebo"(I've died and gone to Heaven)[/h3]
Having been to the 'head', the 'galley' and now the briefing room, Viktor had deduced they were aboard a ship, and a rather nice one at that. Certainly nicer than anything Viktor had had the pleasure of standing aboard. Several times, Viktor had been requested to stop smoking, and each time, he had offered a reply of "Ostanovi menya." So now, as Viktor sat in the room, cigarette in hand, he awaited what would be the most interesting event of his life.

As the Colonel gave the order, and the metal blinds slid back to reveal the dark void of space, Viktor let out a puff of smoke, saying "Chto zh, ya budu trakhal..."

Ultimately, Viktor would choose to stay with the others, far too eager to see how this played out to pass it up.

When the various alien races were brought across the screen, Viktor was sipping from a hip flask, and nearly spat out his drink. "Urodlivyye ublyudki, ne tak li?" he said to no one in particular, leaning in on his seat to look over the Salvesh, trying to get familiar with his new enemy.

When the stats and visuals for the alien environment came into view, Viktor heard the various murmurings referring to the severe heat and humidity, along with the various irritants in the air. "S Nebes, my spuskayemsya v ad..."

[h3]Viktor Sergeyevich Bezrodny: "Kto znal, chto ad byl na drugoy planete?"(Who knew Hell was on another planet?)[/h3]

The jungle was hot, wet, and it made Viktor harsher than he already was in the field. The platoon was on patrol, and Viktor, along with C team of squad 2, were damn-near in the middle of everyone. As they progressed, the order to stop was passed down the line, and Viktor halted and readied with the others.

The order was made for Squad 2 to move up to the left of the now-prone Squad 1, to provide fire at a spotted group of enemies. Viktor waited at the ready, mentally and physically psyching himself up for the combat scenario of a lifetime.