[hr][hr][center][h1][color=darkslategray]Svetlana Volkov[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m92cml3lYk1rb4mroo4_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] In the truck moving South West on the Roads[/center][hr]
	Svetlana remained silent after putting her gun on safety and slipping it into the back of her pants. As she listened to the translations of the leader's words she perked a brow but then shrugged once she saw the tiny dog running up onto the leader's lap. No truly  evil man was ever kind to an animal, especially one so adorable and sweet to look at in a world that had gone to shit. Pulling herself up and into the back of the truck, she found a corner and made herself comfortable, sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees as she watched everyone around her with curiosity and distrust.

	She tuned out the nonsense that was going on between the new people, Amelia and Ed. She needed to turn her head off for a moment and take the opportunity to rest. She probably would have been able to shut her eyes were it not for the constant talking that was taking place around her. Instead she listened, listened to everything and everyone and took in what she could understand even if she wasn't willing to admit that she could understand them. That's when they started to slow and stopped then suddenly there were two newcomers to the [i]Proklyataya Gruzovik[/i]. Oh look, one of them was missing a leg, how quaint. The other probably had to cut off his leg and was most likely traumatised from the event if it was their first time doing it.

	She was fairly pleased when the new woman didn't notice her and watched her from her corner. She seemed to be familiar with the man that was missing his leg and Svetlana instantly assumed that they were a couple. She was glad that Ed's interested had been so invested in the new arrivals and she almost laughed when she heard Amelia's tone when speaking to him. The French translator was much the same boat as Amelia as was made clear not only by his tone and facial expressions but by his words in English. She had to work so hard not to react to them and instead kept her curious look on her face with the lower half of her face hiding behind her knees.

	It also appeared that the injured man was going to live? Well wasn't he just the luckiest bastard in the land. Svetlana only tore her gaze from Raymond's stump when Amelia asked where they were headed. That was a very smart question, one that Svetlana would have asked but her translator was MIA as he cleared off the road ahead for their journey with the others. Svetlana found herself wishing she were out there riding a motorcycle too. It was one of the things that she missed most from before the apocalypse, well that and her make-up and wigs. She found herself going into a little daydream about her old set up at home and sighed to herself.[hr][hider=Translations]Proklyataya Gruzovik = Cursed Truck[/hider]