Sitting around in the damn sauna for so long became rather uncomfortable. The heat was overwhelming and the wood was pressing painfully into his thighs. He joked with his fellow soldiers as they waited, wondering what was taking Matvei and Andrei so long.

He'd done his job, though. He'd informed the entire East Wing of what would be taking place that night and he was sure they were already lined up and waiting.

They burst in and Sergei did his best to remain stiff and serious beneath his balaclava. He pulled it off--Andrei lost it first, and once he was laughing, Sergei couldn't help himself.

The balaclava was pulled off soon after and he was given a better view of their new Ocelot. He looked like a strong one, especially since he hadn't even cried out--at least not loud enough that they'd been able to hear.

"Welcome, comrade," he said with a toothy grin.