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[color=00a651][h1] [center] [b]Dzhon Piter Nabokov[/b] [/center] [/h1][/color]

Dzhon looked around the room for a way to escape. The only thing that could lead to his escape would be the window on the other end of the room. The older man walked over towards the window, checking if he could open it somehow. After a couple of moments of jiggling the window, he was finally able to open it after some effort. Holding the window open with a piece of piping from the wall, he popped his head out of the window looking for anywhere feasible to escape.  He did notice there was a pipe near the window leading to the second floor. The only thing he saw was that he did not have his weapons and did not know where they were keeping them. So the second objective would be to find his weapons. He guessed that their boss would have it, or at the very least someone high on the hierarchy. He slowly and carefully got himself out of the window and reached over towards the drain pipe. From touching it he could tell it was a little wobbly, he needed to tread carefully while climbing the drain pipe. The climb itself was quite treacherous, Dzhon was worried that he was going to fall off and hurt himself. Luckily the drain pipe was sturdy enough to support his weight. 

Once he got towards a second-story window, he started moving towards the nearby window.  Breaking it open with his foot worrying if anyone heard the noise. Waiting a couple of minutes but noticing that no one came into the room. He was safe to go through the window and into the room. Quietly walking towards the door opening it slightly and peeking his head out. It was quiet without a demon in sight. Crouching and starting to move down the hallway trying to find his weapons. During his exploration he noticed two figures starting to walk past him, he quickly ducked into another room watching them walk past the room. As he kept moving down the hallway he noticed a lone demon having his back turned walking in front of him. The Russian man slowly made his way behind the demon, putting him into a chokehold, Bringing the demon into an empty room. “[color=00a651]Hello sir, I was hoping you would be a good demon and help me get my weapons back.[/color]”  Dhzon tightened his grip around the demon’s neck. “Why the hell would I help you human.” The demon gargled out trying to wiggle out of Dhzon’s grip. [color=00a651]“If you don’t then you will be back in hell, having a pineapple shoved up your arse by Adolf Hitler. Now tell me where my weapons are being held.[/color]” Dhzon tightened his grip on the demon’s neck. With a couple of broken bones, he was told the location of where his weapons were. Breaking the demon’s neck as a reward, he sneaked out of the room. 

From what he was told by the demon, his weapons were on the second floor. He felt quite lucky that his weapons were being stored on the floor he just arrived on. He was also lucky that there were not many demons patrolling this floor. Wondering if there was something distracting the other demons in the building. In one of the rooms, he found his weapons laying on top of a table, Dhzon scanned the area wondering if this was some sort of trap. The room seemed empty much like the other rooms in the building. Walking carefully towards the table picking up his weapons. Noticing from the corner of his eye two demons standing up from underneath a large table in the room. “Fell for our trap, now you're gonna pay like the rest of em humies.” One of the demons snickered. Dhzon raised an eyebrow thinking that perhaps his eyes were not as keen as he thought. “[color=00a651]Glupyye ublyudki.[/color]” (Translation- stupid bastards).” Readying his falchion as one of the demons charged at him.  Cutting off the charging demon in half, he pointed one of his pistols at the other demon. Firing a couple of shots at it causing it to stagger backward.  Rushing towards the demon and cutting the second demon in half. 

After this little encounter Dhzon walked out of the room, exploring more of the second floor he noticed a couple of cultists roaming the area. Engaging with them by firing his pistol at them, his presence is known to everyone on the floor. Soon finding himself getting into a fire fight with a bunch of cultists. Hiding out in what looked like a dining room,  he notices a single cultist surrounded by a group of hunters like himself. “[color=00a651]Izvinite, chto pomeshal, ya no znal, to eta komnata byla zanyata. [/color]” (Translation- "Sorry for interrupting, I did not know that this room was taken.").