It is currently midnight, if the clock at the center of Riga Station is to be believed. It seems to be just about the only thing which works properly in the whole station, the lights are dim and most of them flicker all the time. You can't really blame the officials who run the station though, as former members of staff for the metro they must hate to see this station in it's current state, and it is not like the station is rich. Most people here don't have a bullet to spare, and so far forced to live in the Black Street, with homes that are so small and cramped they can barely fit in them. The only thing keeping the station afloat, was the fact it joins the VDNKh Commonwealth with the rest of the metro, which as of late seems like more of a problem than anything.
All of this however, is far from Aleksander's mind. He is sitting by the fire on watch, the shoddy quality AK given to him by his side, ready for him to grab. He stares off into the tunnel, as if trying to see something in the almost impenetrable darkness, that the high powered light we have seems to only make a dent in. "It's a wonder that thing even works really." He tears his gaze away from the tunnel and looks into the relaxing glow of the fire, yet even that cannot stop a man at the mouth of a tunnel from feeling on edge. He'd heard enough stories, and seen enough to know a good few of them were true, those tunnels are nothing but bad news.