"Have you considered: running away and starting over somewhere no one knows you? I've thought about that a few times." Or more than a few. But his plans usually involved bringing his boys with him. Or at least Prokopenko.

"That's fair. I hate my first name, so." He shrugged. This was a judgement free zone as far as names went.

"Doesn't look like it. Not yet, anyway. I mean, other people have been here for fuckin' forever, so it's not too surprising. Just disappointing." But he wasn't going to give up yet. He moved farther into the room, nudging aside something that seemed to have once been a chair.