[i]When Garin poked his head over the gate, the horned helmet tilting back, Jason's silver-grey eyes looking up at the demonic edgelord with a slight smirk, entertained by the reaction his sudden reappearance got. When the gate was pushed open, the Russian was still where he had been, even if now, he was scratching the giant wolf-hound at his side behind his ears, lightly ruffling the thick, dense fur, the dog wagging his tail in delight.[/i] "Yeah, Jason motherfuсkin' Fandango..." [i]He snickered quietly, voice laced with a static undertone caused by his helmet.[/i]