Zharkov grumbled as the informant called out his name. He stuck an arm out from the cold bath, ice cold dripping from his arm over the floor. The large man pulled himself out the water, his body still dripping and wrinkly. He crossed his arms as the robot shot a holographic image into his cell. "Herald the Abomination" he parroted, nodding at the hologram. He looked closely at the image, bringing his head as close in as he possibly could to get a better look. The fighter dreamed of ways to rip apart the man's insides.