#ubcs

The designs were an exercise to improve my UI and layout skills. 🤓

I had to make up some of the information on the ID cards myself, such as the supervisor names or a few birthdates, among other things.

I’m sure some of you will appreciate the ID cards. 😘

If you’re a cosplayer and are interested, feel free to message me.

Anyone who knows cosplayers is welcome to share this.

I’m happy to share my original drafts with the community. 🫡

P. S. I may also have Umbrella Laboratories ID card designs, but I can't find them right now. I can post them for you when I find them.

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𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠

"Get off, get off! Ти, клятий сучий сину, забирайся від мене геть!"

Cursing and swearing ensue as he tries to dodge Nikolai's hands and the ridiculous suit he is trying to force Alexander into. A suit and tie, really? This is not some super special event, and even if it was - he doesn't want to look rich and important! People that were rich and important were people he was contemptuous of! He'd rather blaspheme their stupid sanctimonious rituals by wearing his usual jeans and jacket.

Suffice it to say, it's a long and painful two minutes. And by the end of it, Alexander is red in the face, disheveled, hair unkempt, but the suit does adorn his body, as do the slacks. He is not so sure he wants to try the tie.

"Ти так впевнено ходиш на цих ногах, подивимося, наскільки впевненим ти будеш, коли я їх зламаю. Тоді умови гри рівні, так?"

The unit stopped suddenly at the crackling of their radios. The person leading, which could be parsed as the captain, raised his hand, which the group immediately fell silent as they heard the distress call.

"We hear you loud and clear. What are you coordinates? Over," asked the captain, who looked back towards his group, which all were looking at him expectantly for directions. One member, at the back of the group, even with an assault rifle held firmly in his grip, seemed more antsy than the others. His posture had a very anxious quality to it with the way he seemed to want to curl inwards on himself. The rest of the unit seemed to be doing everything in their power to ignore the nervous member.

"I repeat: what are your coordinates?" The captain asked Nikolai once more. "We will head your way as soon as we receive them. Over."

Misplaced it in the very same way Irving has misplaced Nikolai's full payment during their last business exchange.

If there was ever a way to draw the businessman's ire, it was to mess with his dealings, be it money or, in this case, valuable samples. A sneer was forming on his homely face as he glowered up at the Russian.

"Whaddaya mean...'misplaced?'" Ricardo asked Nikolai coldly. "Shit like that doesn't just get 'misplaced.'"

He was aware of what the other man was trying to do, of course. This wasn't his first rodeo, after all. "You ain't gettin' so much as a dime for an empty briefcase."