Survivor Week 15- Vladimir- now with a photo!

UPDATE: I have now attached photos!

It's Survivor day Friday!

... I was in this nightclub, the super cool joint where all the coolest of the cool were there. So naturally, I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had been dragged there by my room mate, he was trying to chase this hot girl he met in his psyc 101 class. She gave him her number, we both laughed about how it was a fake, turns out it wasn't turns out she might have been actually keen!

So there we were, in the middle of this club. He went off to chase her, and I went to the bar to drink my time away. I had just paid too much for a drink, when the fight broke out.

The dance floor became a frenzy, people running, trampling and screaming. All the while, the music kept playing, it was like the f***ing titanic man.

I get shoved, spill my tiny but expensive drink and I land on the floor, hard. I cover my face, curl up in the foetal position and try to be as small as possible.

Next thing I knew, big hands grabbed me by the shirt and hauled me over the bar. I looked up to see this behemoth of a man, looking 10 foot tall wearing the stupidest Hawaiian shirt and a cream suit.

In broken Russian, he spoke "Follow Vladimir, Vladimir will sort this". He reached into his coat pocket, pulled a pistol and began moving towards the fire exits. No one got in Vladimir's way, anyone foolish enough to try got a pistol shot. I stayed a step behind him, hiding, being as small as possible.

We exited the door, just in time to be arrested. The cops had arrived, blue SWAT vans surrounding the building, men with armour and big guns pointed at the building, sealing each and every door.

When asked to put his weapon, Vladimir just laughed, and said something in Russian that I couldn't understand as he dropped his pistol.

We sat in an interrogation cell, if Vladimir hadn't been in the room I would have pissed myself I am sure, I was so scared.

After what felt like an hour, an older cop walked in, grey moustache, crappy grey suit and a red tie. He only asked one question.

"How did you know to shoot them in the head?"

Vladimir is another from Hasslefree, but not from their normal ranges. He is an absolute beast, standing well above all of the others. I am sure he is meant to be some sort of secret agent type, but I have painted too many people in normal grey or black suits, so I went a bit Hawaii 5/0 with a cream suit, which had to be combined with a gaudy Hawaiian shirt. His size meant that he became a bad Russian stereotype in my head- big, no nonsense with broken English.

Anyways, another week, another survivor!