[h2][center][u]Nikolai Arkaden[/u][/center][/h2]

Some new people began to crowd the hall. One girl was screaming, others were confused. The screaming made him concerned, it was certainly Russian. A taller guy walked up to Nikolai and the girl and put himself between them. The young man asked the girl to calm down before he turned to Nikolai and asked if he spoke English. Nikolai was confused for a second, this guy spoke English with an American accent. Nikolai closed his mouth and tried to remember what little English he'd learned in school.

"Da, little bit..." Nikolai said calmly, he crossed his arms and looked around the bigger guy at the girl he'd been yelling at. He wanted to keep yelling at her but didnt bother, this new guy had his attention. Screaming from the Russian girl continued, Nikolai was growing concerned. Presently he only knew of one other Russian in this place and would be comfortable having someone he was capable of confiding in, purely in his mother tongue. 

"Where in hell are we?" Nikolai said, he uncrossed his arms and walked down the hall to the door of the room where the girl was screaming in Russian. She was on the floor, another girl with her. The screaming girl was small, pale skin, black hair, blue eyes and she had scales retracting from around her face. Nikolai wanted to be freaked out but then understood what this place was. It was a gathering of freaks. He planted his feet and looked directly at the Russian girl.  

"Вставай, это не время плакать!" (Come on! This is no time to cry!) He ordered and walked back to the tall guy, "You have idea where we are? I come from Sverdlovsk, Russia. Your accent is American, yes?"