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Ryzhov remained an impenetrable fortress against the man’s rather disturbing joy at his appearance in front of him. It was more than enough for the man to shake any similarities he had seen between his commander and the man in front of him. Still, there was an opportunity to learn about the area, to scout out their next move. He needed to take it. Friendly face. If the man thought his face friendly, then he was concerned as to the treatment he might receive elsewhere. While men were strong, there were men who were simply weaker than others… it was the natural order of things. Ryz himself was weaker than his commander, even in his crazed infatuation with the русская шлюхa that he chased after.
 
He offered a name, Sakai… and a name. Akashingo. The man assumed it to be a commander and interest piqued him him. “Ryzhov.” The name was offered back in a single utterance as a man of few words. The only one who could bring more from him was the brother he was bound to by oath. “Who is this Akashingo you speak of? Why does he own you?” The questions fell from his tongue with a certain domineering need to know. Perhaps Virion would be pleased with the information he acquired in his absence.