"Next person"

The man drawled. A thick, heavy russian accent coating his words as he ticked off another name. Watching different boys attempt to lift weights. Weaklings, so many weaklings, his nose scrunched in disgust.

Not that his expression could be seen. A greenish-grey balaclava covering his face. He was a huge man. Tall and beefy and fuck...some of the girls were giggling over him. So tall he couldn't have been less than 6'8. Thick, muscled, beefy arms.