There is a chorus of "Yes sirs" all around, except of course, for Nicholai. The Jackal just leans forward, hands shoved deep into the pockets of combat pants that obviously aren't from his days in Umbrella. They are worn, but taken care of. The tactical sweater he wears is also not standard for Umbrella and it has been worn in too, but there is a very proud symbol near the heart. The mark of the Soviets themselves and it looks as if it has been polished recently.
Unlike HUNK, Nicholai's movements are a bit more heavy and he makes a grunt as he switches out his cigarette for a new one and lights it up. Inhaling, he breathes, sending smoke into his wake.
"You should shoot puppies when they bark," he whispered from behind HUNK. "I would have killed them all ready. Or is this your guilt showing for losing your entire team?"
He licks a canine; he knows he's touching a fine line and he has no room to talk.
No one survived except for Carlos. And that was a freak accident.