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Lebedev try to sleep.

Lebedev lays down upon the mattress, drawing the thin blanket up over his chin, and tries to get some sleep. It is difficult, being in a room with a stranger, watched by his kidnappers, but after a couple of hours, he manages to settle in and fall asleep.

He dreams of a world where time has stopped still, and everyone is standing frozen, ignoring him, as he runs between the figures, yanking on sleeves and screaming in their faces for help. Something chases him ... something he never sees ... than a moment later there's a sensation at the small of his back ... and his dream interpretation is that it has ripped its spine.

Nicolai awakes in panic and try to confirm that his body is intact.

As Nicolai looks around, he sees Alexander sleeping firmly.

The night wears on. Alexander startles awake a few times, scared by dreams of people whose faces he no longer remembers once he's woken up.

"Breakfast time," says Kasiliev over the speakers. "We have to keep your energy up, don't we? Please remain where you are. Your jailors are heavily armed."

"Heavily armed? One wonders what they're expecting from two doctors..." Alexander remarks "That we crush their larynx and pluck out their eyes with expert surgical precision and lightning reflexes?"

Alexander scoffs.

"It's the final countdown... Dum dum, durdumdumdum." he murmurs with a deep and comical russian accent.

The man continues to count down slowly.

-Oh my God! What will they bring? Fast food? Food from another plane? Anything but that! I will confess!- says Nicolai with sarcasm

"Well, I'm sure they understand the needs of us Russians... They'll surely serve use plentiful amounts of kaviar and vodka." Alexander smirks as he pats his fellow prisoner on the back.

The door can be heard opening on the other side of the L-Shaped room.

"Well, don't just stand there, Igor, come in. We won't bite, I promise." Alexander exclaims as he tips his head in an attempt to see who's at the door.

A man in a dark blue ski mask, wearing a blue puffy parka and denim jeans, walks in carrying a plastic jug of juice and a small pile of foam cups. Another man, dressed similarly, enters carrying two foam plates of omelette with a little tomato sauce satchet perched on the foam plate. A third man, carries a large, wicked-looking rifle of some description.

OOC: If you think your scientist might recognize the gun due to past experience, PM me and I'll make a roll for you.

"Alcohol will ruin the experiment," says Kasiliev lazily over the speakers.

"He did say we needed our strength, so dare I suggest a breeding experiment with two lauded russian medical scientists and a few dozen supermodels?" Alexander asks sheepishly.

"That said, putting ruskies without alcohol will ruin your experiment as well. We'll show withdrawal symptoms rather soon)ish..."