In his office in the Security wing, a certain bearded Russian was reassembling a rifle and somehow managing to make a lot of noise doing so. Though he was focused as a marksman, when you came into sight he looked up. "Ah-!" He popped up from his seat and grabbed a piece of the weapon, ready to chuck it at you. "Bad idea to sneak up on me. Why you here?" he barked. "To get clearance and see anomaly? Unlikely. To give paperworks? Find someone else. To shoot me? You already dead."