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[color=#5F755E][h2]Sasha Belov[/h2][/color][/center]

A young woman approached him. He felt relief that someone had noticed him, but he was afraid she may have been too late. A sharp tremor shook his body, pain tightening in his gut. He'd been sick in the days following the raid on his shelter. He'd thrown up everything his body had to offer, but the sickness was still not satisfied. He wrapped an arm around his stomach, his other hand gripping his stick tightly to keep himself on his feet. 

The girl spoke to him, but he was in too much pain to respond right away. As she handed him fresh water, a mere thank you was all he could manage. Despite the pain in his stomach, he chugged about half of the bottle down thirstily. The minor relief it offered was worth the cramps he would feel because of it. 

Before he could explain himself, a few guards took notice of his presence. They came over, guns up and ready. He couldn't blame them. 

"Who are you?" One demanded, "What is your name and what do you want?" 

The large man put his hands up, slowly lowering himself to his knees. His whole body trembled with the effort it took to stay upright. 

"My name is Sasha Belov," He said, his voice slightly smoother but no less hoarse. "I came to warn you." 

And then, before he could elaborate further, the man doubled over. He let out a soft groan, the water he'd guzzled hitting his empty stomach hard. He wrapped his arms around his abdomen, his massive form trembling, before he heaved and threw up a good portion of what he'd just drank. 

Sasha slowly slumped onto the ground. The journey here had been too much for his sick and starved body to handle, and he'd pushed himself too far. The world around him swam until it finally went back, his brain finally forcing him to sleep.