"Baaaaaaaaah!"

A bellow, full of surprise and confusion, echoed across the meadow.  If either John or Wheatley glanced at the area from where it had resounded, they would find a huge man sprawled on the ground. For a few moments, he floundered about, until he seemed to get a hold of his senses.  Rubbing his broad forehead enthusiastically, Ivan sat up and took a look around.  Immediately he noticed all of his stuff scattered around him, and with a short cry he rushed to reclaim his things.  As he gathered his weapons and accessories, he tried to figure out what had happened.  There had been a blinding flash, just like traveling through one of the Engineer's teleporters, but instead of the opposite side of Cactus Canyon he had appeared...here.  His confusion continued as he surveyed the surrounding landscape with wide eyes.  This wasn't any place he recognized; he had not fought here before.  The grass was novel enough in itself.  Ivan could not bring himself to remember the last time he was anywhere aside from dusty badlands, endless pine forest, or freezing snow.

His wonderment quickly vanished.  His team needed him.  What was he doing here?  He needed to return to the battlefield, and kill his foes.  The unintelligible murmur of conversation not too far off drew his attention, and when he looked that way he spotted two men talking.  Ivan tipped his hat, hoisted his Tomislav, and set off toward them.  "Here I come!"  He roared in a thick Russian accent as he approached.  "Which one of you babies can tell where canyon is?  Must get back to team!"