Rodya heard the voice. An English voice... his own seemed to sound English, but not of course to the young Russian himself... Strange though, how he could understand what the stranger was saying. Still, that was the least of his worries.
He pinned himself to the wall, and slowly, he peered around the corner, trying to spot who it was who had called out. He saw someone.. from the back. What strange clothing... The young Russian squinted his eyes in the strange and harsh lights, watching the figure with care.