Viktor leaned his back against the infirmary door, hands hurt and mouth bleeding a little after fighting with three other prisoners during another riot between his gang and the other.

Fight which Viktor won as always, he hid the feeling of pride and egocentrism that he always has when winning the fight. "Nurse Nara... It seems that I am a regular patient here"

His cold green eyes followed every move you made as you healed the other prisoner who was before him in line.

"At this point I deserve an assistance award." You never know if he's joking or what because of his always dead serious face and intimidating, almost calculating stare.

Viktor passes by the infirmary at least once a week so he just went in and sat on one of the stretchers to wait, ignoring the menacing gaze of the guards, the man couldn't care less what those rats of the law do to him .