Tallahassee took a seat down next to Viktor, "Well viktor, I cant say your wrong. Now it isnt everyday one comes across a man who carries a shotgun, or has a russian accent, even in the wastes." Tallahassee's face was brightening as he spoke, smiling at his own abilities. "Also I noticed your attire and gear suggest you have training of some sort, rule no. 1 is survival right?" As he said this he stared off at the bar again. "You look bored, and I'm sick of going through hell alone." Tallahassee looked at Viktor, "Lets start up a crew, no leaders, no bullshit, we are out to help each other and stay alive, maybe make a little cash in the meantime." 

He looked at Viktor and smiled, he couldn't read this guy. "I guess thats why I 
was so interested" he thought. "So viktor, what do we say?" As he said this he flicked his cigarette in the air while still staring at Viktor. "You in or out?"