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The Auditorium:

Stas and Moróz watched quietly as Mikhail explained everything about the Viruses earlier. Neither of them had seen any of the Viruses, but it had been obvious how much of a problem they were, especially if all Mikhail said was true. Moróz looked at Stas, then murmured, "We've got ourselves in deep this time, huh Stas?" Stas looked down and nodded, his long ponytail shaking behind him. "Why the Hell do we have to clean up his mess?" Stas didn't react at all, just looked around at all the other Subjects. He recognized a couple of them, from when Moróz woke up. He even waved to Raven, remembering that she had given them a present, but she seemed different.

"You like that girl, Stas?" Moróz asked. "Don't bother. We're all screwed here." Besides, you look like hell... he thought silently, slightly ashamed of it. "You think we can handle this? You think we'll even survive?" Stas nodded again, not looking at his friend. "Maybe.... Maybe we can get away while we're on our 'mission'". Moróz's fingers came up in quotation marks. Stas didn't react at all. "Well? You don't want to get away from this shit hole?" Still no reaction. Moróz sighed, then looked around at the crowd of Subjects, and the other crowd of employees, sure to remain seperate from the Subjects. He wondered if that lady, Lissa, was still okay.