During the Tschernenko op
As they were driving along, Krestov mulled over his options to he request, but simply gave a nod before turning to Kite. "Go ahead and drop me off outside place. Will call for bike later to keep you free. Thank you for help" He gave a little smile as he started to adjust his suit about him, cleaning up for meeting this woman.
<<on way to assist. Slob, you are free when I arrive. bnc, please give me any information an art enthusiast may know on Anna. Thank you>>
Upon arrival, he deftly exited, letting his long coat billow out in the breeze as he walked inside, giving their decker access to his vision as he identified his mark. Activating his tailored pheremones, the big troll took a seat near--but not next to--the artist. "Vodka, straight up...или самая близкая вещь вы называете водкой..."
He played casual, keeping his gaze forward, save for a couple noted glances towards the woman. He made sure he was noticed before he slowly turned his head, leaning forward and speaking in his native tongue.
"Простите, но ваше приятное лицо кажется мне знакомым. Мы встречались, возможно, на выставке где-нибудь? я не забуду лицо легко, и я бы опозорил, если я забыл один, как ваш ..."
"Or the closest thing you can call vodka..."
Forgive me, but your pleasant face seems familiar to me. Have we met, perhaps at an exhibit somewhere? i do not forget a face easily, and i would be shamed if i had forgotten one as yours...
(Also as a note, while it may seem weird to immediately pick out a native, I've seen it far too many times personally to find it out of place to do so here ^^)