A few miles away, a certain Isaak Demetyev is rustling around in a few bushes next to a couple high-class houses, scoping them out for any potential survivors, as he doesn't want to get shot while he's looting. The coast is clear, and Isaak makes a quick but silent run to the first house on the street. The door is locked, but a strong kick busts the glass on it. As Isaak is reaching through the glass to unlock the door, he hears a rustle in the bushes he was just in.