That was a long time, Vasily thought about what he had been doing ten years ago and funny enough he was pretty sure he'd been in jail. his thumb absently ran over one of the tattoos on his finger that marked his incarceration. "Two years ean August." He replied. "First time to dis country and I geat peaked up ean airport." Vasily chuckled slightly, though he still resented what had happened, but he had to admit there was some humor in the irony of it. The fact that he'd been ripped from his family and they were being held over his head to keep him in line was something he didn't find humor in.
But, the Regiment had kept to their word. He'd gotten to see them again. If he kept up the good work it might happen again- he had to believe.