"I am from the southeast. Медведьстрана." Ivan said, looking down a bit as he said it. His was a poor country, ridden with disease and poverty. The government wasn't terribly corrupt, but crime filled the streets. Even with his asthma and propensity for finding trouble,Ivan was probably in less danger out here than he was back at home, to be perfectly frank. "Ve are heading North. The rest of the caravan got... separated. Ve may have ran into trouble on the way up."