Russian Front [Open]

[Guy Ymnikin]

"I don't know why you would assume I speak English," Athena said, the sound of a gun cocking coming from her wrists. "Encountered a suspicious male, engaging combat mode."

Guy quickly ran out of the bar and patted Athena on the head. "He's not suspicious, he's just a spy!" Guy shouted as Athena disabled her guns. "A stupid spy at that. You don't just babble in English in a xenophobic country, idiot..."

[Daniel Abler]

"I don't speak Russian," he said. Well, obviously that was about half-true. He could understand it, if nothing else. "And I'm not a spy. You watch too many movies."

[Guy Ymnikin]

"You shouldn't lie. You understood what I told the bartender, and just now, you understood Athena. It could just be that you understand but cannot speak Russian, but I shouldn't trust that. I hate this country. More than anyone, I hate Russia and all of its sub-countries. Honestly speaking, if they weren't paying me not to, I'd have destroyed this piece of shit land a long time ago," Guy remarked, walking up to Daniel. "You should be careful, though. This place isn't nice to outsiders, as much as those fancy half-assed resorts tell you otherwise. Don't wander alone."

[Daniel Abler]

"I wander alone wherever I please, and it works out for me," he told the man, "I can more than take care of myself, whether I have to talk out, or beat some asses to get out."

[Guy Ymnikin]

Guy let out a chuckle that evolved into a laugh. "And you said I watch too many movies. Stereotypical tough guy who dies first, huh? Are you roleplaying or something? Your skin is no match for guns and knives," he said, wiping a tear from his eye from the laughter.

[Daniel Abler]

"Where I'm from, people settle things with fists," he told Guy.

[Guy Ymnikin]

"Newsflash, this isn't where you're from," Guy informed him, pointing to Athena. "See that thing? That possession of mine?" he asked.

[Daniel Abler]

"A woman is your possession? Doesn't sound too different," he commented.

[Guy Ymnikin]

Guy chuckled. "Yes, a woman is my possession. Here, it means a lot more than you think it does. She is mine. Of course, in a different sense, but my point stands. I can do with her as I please, and if she decides she has the will-power to escape, well, she can't go anywhere. She'll be brought back to me. That's the kind of hellhole this is. There is no justice here. If you get shot or shanked, you'll be left to die. No one will help you. The police won't even bother with it."

[Daniel Abler]

"Good thing I can take care of myself then," he said, "And that I don't plan on being here for an overly long time."

[Guy Ymnikin]

"Alright, fine. Then let me at least take you to where you need to be. I parked my bird just outside of the city," Guy said, stretching. "I just don't feel like hiring about the dead American and how a war sparked because of it..."

[Daniel Abler]

"You think war would spark if I was killed by some thug on the street?"

[Guy Ymnikin]

"You suck with headlines, don'tcha? Alright, imagine this. You get killed by some thug on the street. The next morning, I get to wake up to see this on T.V. 'American Killed By Russian? Obama Discusses His Options.' A fun precursor to war, huh?" Guy asked, looking at Athena. "Keep in mind, the people here just don't give a shit."

[Daniel Abler]

"And I doubt America declares war on Russia for one random murder. Why not declare war on Mexico for the Americans who die there because of the drug problems, or something?"

[Guy Ymnikin]

"Because there are too many Mexicans in America. If America broke out into war with its neighboring country, borders would be broken. The Alamo, my good sir," Guy said with a laugh. "Meanwhile, in the faraway land of Russia, an American passerby was killed. That's how a lot of wars start, including conflicts in middle-eastern countries, too. Just one or two random, seemingly harmless murders. Then come the faux-patriots screaming bloody murder."