[i]With Jason was a little kid who I didn't mention in the post because I forgot. The kiddo was currently sitting on Jason's shoulders, legs wrapped around the soldier's neck and arms wrapped around the helmet. [/i] "No shit," [i]The Russian muttered, the barrels of his guns slowly spinning to a stop. A sigh of relief left him, his left hand wiping the filth off his visor. He grinned beneath his helmet, truly relieved. His hands then reached for the kid, picking.. her off his shoulders, and gently setting her down. [/i] "Aight.. Thanks, thanks.. Tha' was fuсkin' nightmare."