Biologist/Genetic Researcher: Nicolai Lebedev

[Laraqua]

The L-shaped room has no other doors, although he could attempt to hide behind the obscured wall. He pulls out out his cell phone and realizes he doesn't know the German emergency number. He only knows the police and emergency numbers in Russia. If only he were in America. Everyone knew of the 911 emergency number.

[kabukiman]

OOC: Does at least Lebedev have any contact from the company who hired him? If not, he will try to call to his chief of departement in russia.

[Laraqua]

Lebedev thumbs through his phone's contact details and then remembers that he had left the phone number on the letter in his luggage and had not entered it into his mobile phone. Also unfortunately, he doesn't know the international set of digits for reaching Russia from this distance.

[kabukiman]

-Arrg! I knew I shouldn't have prepaired my bags in the last minute! Ok, Nicolai, think, there must be a solution. Ok, let's use this chair to try to break the door in a single point. It will take time, but's it's better than to stay quiet...

Lebedev starts to use a chair (and after the other, and latter the table) to beat in the same single point.

OOC: What rolls must I do? Or is there anything in metal that may be used?

[Laraqua]

There is nothing metal in this room. The chairs are made out of flimsy wood, as is the table, and remind him of some items from IKEA. Closer inspection reveals that they are not even screwed in tightly enough to allow him to sit with any safety. This is, for all intents and purposes, a very well put-together kidnapping room.

[kabukiman]

-Ok, I'm not a rich man, so you have get the wrong target. But I have some savings, so just talk, right?

[Laraqua]

"Sure, Mr. Lebedev," says a voice over the speaker around the corner of the L-Shaped Room. "What do you want to talk about?"

[kabukiman]

-What is this all about? If it is money, I can try to raise some, but you have get the wrong target.

[Laraqua]

"It was never about money," says the voice, calmly.

[kabukiman]

-So, it's about what? I'm not doing any special research-I just hope it's not some ex-boyfriend, thinks Lebedev.

[Laraqua]

"No special research, huh?" The voice snickers.

[kabukiman]

-No, I mean, nothing classified. And if it's about this expedition, I don't know much, they told me they would debrief me after I would arrive.

[Laraqua]

"I'm not after the information you know," says Kasiliev lazily. "Just take a lie down and relax. You'll be in here for awhile. Oh, and I wouldn't go about trying to contact anyone through your mobile phone. If someone ends up coming after you, we'll have to close up shop and that could lead to a very unfortunate incident."

[kabukiman]

-How long? One month?

[Laraqua]

"Don't worry, it'll only be for a week or two."

[kabukiman]

- So what's the deal, you will put someone else in the expedition unstead of me? And I appear mysteriously with a bullet in my head after an oficial suicide?

[Laraqua]

"The deal? You're not a part of the deal so you won't get to find that out. Of course, if we wanted to just kill you there are far simpler ways to do it." It sounds like Kasiliev is smiling.

[kabukiman]

-So, I'm suppose to wait? Just that?

[Laraqua]

"Indeed, have a lay down and try to get some sleep, it's been a long flight and you're bound to be jet lagged. Or would you prefer us to deliver some food? Don't presume the latter to be your ticket out of here, I preferred to use no guns while getting you into your room, but that doesn't mean we don't have some very big guns."

[kabukiman]

-Well, you own me a good meal, remember? It's the least that you can do...