"I'm glad. I'm happy you're open to reason. I won't be a problem for you. But I may need to borrow that weapon anyways." Valery says to the major. He walks back to the room he was in and goes over to the wardrobe. "I'm Valery, Valery roshenko." He pulls out the envelope first and puts it down into a pocket, picking up the torch second. "Armory is my home. I've lived there since I was born. I'm a part of a Red Army recovery mission. But let me make it clear, I'm not a soldier, and I never will be." Valery picks up the dshk and rests it on his shoulder. "I'm merely here to recover the trucks. And when that failed, this was all I could get." 

Valery exits the room and walks over to the hole, kneeling down beside it. He takes the torch off his back and un coils a rope tied around it. "You see, the metro is my territory. I've been in tighter spaces with this torch." He says as he tied the rope to his waist then to the torch. "If you would lower these down to me please." Valery crawls down into the hole.