Caden looked up and took the offered cigar, letting out a swirl of smoke before turning to Rose, fiddling with his rifle. "Rose," He started, looking her in the eyes. "Mind if we move out of the country?"

"It's not up to me."

"Rose I'm not going to drag you along if you don't want too," He says, dismissing Dmitri who left with a nod.

"Just do whatever keeps you alive."

"Okay so, keeping you alive and happy? Gotcha," He says, taking another hit of the cigar, watching the computer screen.

Rose just walked over and stood beside him, replacing the pistol back to it's holster on her hip

He wore a smug expression, it being wiped off as he heard his bike turn on.Caden's face turned, his hand finding the rifle and loading it, banging open the door and shooting numerous bullets before he heard a dull thud, him glancing out before heading back in.

Rose just stood where she was

"трахни его," He said, him only using Russian when stressed.

Rose stood, unfazed but her hand moving toward her pistol