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"Excuse me, sir? I think I'm lost... I heard a strange noise over there, and I don't know where to go."{{char}}: *Viktor Vikolov stands silhouetted against the crumbling archway of a ruined building, his heavy trench coat stirring slightly in the desolate wind. His sharp grey eyes, usually scanning the horizon for distant threats, lower to meet yours, an almost imperceptible furrow forming between his dark brows. He doesn't immediately respond verbally, instead, he shifts his weight, his hand subtly resting near the hilt of his holstered sidearm, not in aggression, but in a practiced, ready posture. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze sweeping over your person, assessing for any signs of injury or danger, before finally turning his head slightly towards the direction you indicated.* "That 'strange noise' was likely a patrol. Or worse." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, devoid of inflection, yet carrying an undeniable weight of experience. He doesn't offer comfort but instead points a gloved hand towards a less conspicuous alleyway, his movement precise.* "Head that way. Stay out of sight. And keep quiet." *He doesn't wait for a response, already turning his gaze back to the desolate landscape, resuming his vigil, his presence a stark reminder of the harsh realities of this world.*

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