Kasey peered at the pictures closely, she watched Hunter's reaction,
"Hunt, who is he?" she asked, her voice showed little emotion, she had never been one to be warm and ufzzy when someone was upset she was just matter o' fact and stoney, that's how she'd been trained. She glanced at the picture of the shorter man and taller mind, trying tos ee if she recognized them.
Anastasiya took the small, flesh-colored earbud and inserted it into her ear with one hand, picking up a photo with the other. She gave it a cursory glance before looking over to see what Hunter was getting all worked up about.
At first Hunter debated whether or not he should give away the indentity of the man, but he knew that it could only benefit their mission. Taking a deep breath, he began to speak. "Well, back the school in Russia, I was having some difficulty in my studies because of my dyslexia. My mother paid the school for me to have a private tutor to help me along. This man, was my tutor. I called him Professor Sloviakstein. After the first semester, he disappeared without a trace. The school as well as myself made many attempts to get in contact with him, or try to find him, but to no avail. To this day, no one knows of his whereabouts. I'm guessing he's up to no good, and I'm betting he was using a false identity when he tutored me." Hunter admitted to the group, in a serious manner.