The sound of grunting echoed through the halls quickly followed by the shing of metal. Zharkov was busy lifting weights, putting the bar up then dropping it once again, in an ancient human style known as the "dead lift". The name amused Zharkov and he indeed enjoy the workout. A pool of sweat formed beneath him, his bare feet wet. Born of the cold, Zharkov could never truly get used to the temperature of warmer planets such as Praeclara.

After he finished his workout, Zharkov bathed in a pool of iced water. Steam rose, forming a thin haze of water vapor around the room. Zharkov allowed his head to stay submerged fully in the water. He was preparing for the next fight.