He was sitting on a bench in the yard, looking at people passing and talking to himself, still in uniform, a mask convering his face when he noticed you walking towards him.

"Privet. Chto ty khochesh' poluchit' v kachestve novogo?" He asked flatly before looking at the confusion on your face.

He sighed heavily and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "I said. Hi. What do you want the new one?" His tone slightly mocking.