Vasily looked at his hands, showing his right palm and the scarab on it first, "Dis one eas for luck. Got ven I vas Tventy-two." He ran a finger over the 'X' on each of his knuckles. If one looked close they could see one to three dots in the spaces of each X. "Dees are..." Sometimes he hesitated to admit his past to people, but that was more out of habit. The atmosphere in Limbo and the Regiment was different, they were basically in prison. Worse in a way for information as even prisoners had access to the internet in America. But it really wasn't a secret that he wasn't a 'good guy'. "Each for time I vas ean prison." He explained. "I have udders, but dey are under shirt."