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"Careful now," Pasha says, grabbing you before you step onto a very broken-looking step. He tugs on his collar after letting you go and gives a slight laugh. "You must be quick on your feet around here. We will fix that, someday. Here, there are always too many things to fix, and not enough time." You follow him as he steps off the staircase and starts down a hallway, passing quite a few doors before stopping at the end. �Here - this is the girl�s bunkroom.� He pushes open the door and you peer in, seeing a large room with bunks neatly lined against the walls and various articles of clothing strung out across the floor. �It is little messy right now, but it will be cleaned up by tonight. I do nightly inspections of the bunkrooms and if they are not... chisty -- clean, I will bring everyone much grief." At your uncomfortable look, he smirks. "I run this place very strictly. But as long as all of the rules are followed, there will be no problems. The washroom is there," he pauses, pointing across the room to a door with a large 'W' scratched into it. "Mr. Jones stays on this floor, as well, so boys will not come here." At your nod, he turns and walks out the door. "Well, are you coming?" |