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"Good, good. Um... so door is locked. Maybe we just wait for food and then try to get out once..." he let his thoughts die off as he thought of the horrible sight that was Cecil coming back into the room. He didn't know how anyone could possibly move with the damaged she had on her body.

Ivan sat at the table, near shock level of response was all he could manage. Slowly his adrenaline and fear melted out of him leaving him feeling exhausted as he looked around at the rest of the table.

Cecil? Getting to know rivals? Just dinner tonight?

"What in the hell is happening here?!" He stood up from the table and looked around at the others. The futility of his statement seemed to ring into his ears and he slumped back down into his seat.

He put a hand to his head. "I have seen all of you before. This is not joke. What are you good at? Maybe we work together, find way out?"

Ivan eyes the pretty woman appreciatively and nods.
"Well hello. This is your humble abode, yes?"

"This... is not what I expect. Where is mysterious edge?"

Ivan nods. "Stranger things happen all the time."

He then turns away from Michael looking back to where he left Trevor and calls out.
"It safe to come over now. Maybe you even see this man before. His name is Michael."

Michael stands up and looks at ivan. before ivan stands a 6'3" man with grey eyes. he seems well toned with stubble on his head and face. he seems to stand at attention Thank you sir i was just slightly light headed. you're not from around here are you?

Ah sorry guys. I totally overlooked the fact that it was Michael who was talking to me. Ignore my last post.

Ivan looked at the man standing before him. "That is good. And no, I do not come from here. My name is Ivan. Have you come to seek mysteries from this house as well?"

Ivan looked over at the figure in front of the house, and nodded to Trevor. "Stay here in case of touble. I was given basic first aid and hand-to-hand instruction for field combat. I'll call if safe."

He then went closer to near the steps leading to the front of the house. "Hello there and good morning. Are you in need of assistance?"

After a moment with no response Ivan stepped up to the man and put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you hurt? Need doctor?" he asked hesitantly.

Ivan looked over at the figure in front of the house, and nodded to Trevor. "Stay here in case of touble. I was given basic first aid and hand-to-hand instruction for field combat. I'll call if safe."

He then went closer to near the steps leading to the front of the house. "Hello there and good morning. Are you in need of assistance?"

Ivan looks up at the house then turns to Trevor. "Who owns this house? Or owned if past tense? Also any strange occurences?" he asked, starting to get a little excited.

"Pleasure. I am called Ivan." he said following Trevor into the woods. "So, what about this house creeps you out?"

"Strange house? No, I have not. Sound interesting... I could use more interesting morning. You take me there, yes?"

As Ivan approached the forest, he noticed a young man of 18 or so with dark skin and a buzzed haircut and simple purple t-shirt and blue jeans along with black tennis shoes. Standing outside one of the forest trail entrances that Ivan often walks. As Ivan gets closer the young man sees Ivan and gives a slight start at his presence. "Hey how's it going." The young man greets calmly though still looks a little unsure. He then asks while scratching his chin in a nonchalant manner, "You walk in these woods often?"

Ivan is approaching forest and finds young man standing at forests edge. Curious, Ivan responds.

With a small smile, Ivan nodded to the young man. "Unknown, at this time, comrade. I have been before. Yes."

A fine day for walk and good accompianment too! he thought too himself as he pulled out some beef jerky and began to walk to the forest.

The manager sighs heavily then states Look. Ivan. I just don't have that kind of power. If you cannot accept it you can find another job.

Ivan again narrowed his eyes at his manager. Stared hard at him, but then he blinked first.

"I think over your proposal. Clearly, bear have your arm behind back. Have good day." he said, before turning to leave the office. As he opened the door and stepped outside he stopped.

"By the way, schnitzka is word I come up with. Perhaps I tell you its meaning someday." Then he closed the door behind him.

Hmm, breakfast maybe? Or walk first?

"Is different here?!" Ivan said loudly. "Harder work for more pay is American way, no? This why I left Russia! In Russia if you stronger than bear you keep bear. If not bear keep you."

Ivan had already finished his rounds and been back at the office for 20 minutes, he looked hard at his boss.

"I deliver mail faster than these other schnitzkas, I should get more pay. Yes?" His Russian accent was becoming more apparent as he spoke.

Hey! Ivan's just had a hard life and he lost his hair early.

Hope my guy's not too off putting.