"It looks like Kubanskaya, good old Russian vodka." Rpex said his accent growing thicker as the thought of home rose in him. He poured both of them a shot and downed his. Rpex downed a few more before he spoke. "You asked earlyer if i killed anyone." He said feeling the hot burn of the drink go down his throat. "I have been a soldier ever since i could hold a rifle. In the old country some people called me the Demon." He looked down at his drink the vodka was doing the job. "When i found out the infection was in America i saw the challenge in it. So I left Russia and came here. Now my team is dead and well i am... i don't know." He said moving his hand to the bite scare.