"Red Ted? Why such a name? I recall the COMINTERN was very active in Greece, was he a communist?"

A careless shrug, and "The Russian emigre community is rather...clique-ish, is your term. Muscovites don't like Tartars, and the Great Russians think they are superior, the Baltics hate all ethnic Russians, and the White Russians hate anyone who was communist. And everyone still resents Georgia...

in Russian: I agree. Something is definitely going on here. However, we need to worry if we are verging on irritating one of the elders. Should we need to remove the boss, this one should be useful. Wither his mind with Majesty, Blood Bond him, and have him kill the boss. Should he be a risk of expo...

Your boss? Who would that be, exactly?" she asks in less-hostile tones.

"where do you work at? And who is this girlfriend...or rather, ex-girlfriend?" with the barest hint of sympathy in her tone at that last sentence.

Tatiana pauses, making sure her Discipline is thoroughly affecting this man's mind.....

"Well, we just need to know why you're here....who you are....and there'll be no gratuitous violence. Just cooperate...."

Eyes rolling in disgusted contempt which only Ivan is in a position to see, Tatiana smoothly slips a concerned but stern look on her face, as she turns and presents herself as an authoritative figure to the babbling idiot. hitting him with Awe this turn "Nietzsche, you mean? He was actually Ger...

While idly flipping through the wallet, Tatiana replies, "Ivan, enough. She has much to learn yet. And while your approach to education is in the finest traditions of Spetznaz, that's not always the wisest method. I don't critique your mayhem, you don't critique my work. Neither of us has the p...

"Yob tvoyu mat!" said Tatiana, as she saw the "mugging". But she had noticed what had escaped Khalida. The identity of the "mugger". "Nyet, don't call. It is Ivan." With a regretful sigh, returning her hand to the shifter, Tatiana finds a parking space, and qu...

Amused by her playful denials, Tatiana's hand slips up her arm, then tangles and pulls in her hair..not harsh....gentle firmness, an enticing sensation along the scalp. "yes, punishment seems to definitely be in order" as another light stops her, she uses her grip to bring the woman's head...

Tatiana's eyes wander, taking in the soft expanse of newly revealed thigh, before she blinks a few times, and shakes her head clearing her suddenly clouded mind.. "Now, little one, that is what I was talking about doing....but you have no need of it with me. Many would consider what you jsut di...

"He will probably be arriving later, not too long after us. For the healing...simply picture it, concentrate on it....In your mind's eye, SEE the flesh knitting together, filling in. Focus upon the image, will it to be so." A sidelong, smoky look accompanies the next statement, "Do no...

As the Mazda cruises down the streets, heading to the haven, Tatiana mutters a few brief curses as the manual transmission keeps her hand occupied, rather than reaching out to Khalida. Stopped at a red light, she briefly takes the young woman's hand in her own, thumb soothingly rubbing circles on th...

Khalida winces as she attempts to put full weight on to her wounded leg. Tatiana's touch settled her some, but the pain as she limps from the bar across the foyer to the exit is more than she expected. By the time she and Tatiana descends the stairs back to street level, Khalida knew the suggestion...

A seductive smile lights the Russian blonde's face, as she says, "Certainly. To be honest, I did not expect this degree of...excitement, shall we say? at the first gathering of Kindred. As far as Ivan goes, well.... His response is not unexpected, considering...he was Spetznaz, they are all a b...

After finishing her brief conversation with Severine, the blond Russian walks over to the wounded Khalida, solicitous of her childe's well-being.

"Dorogaya moya, what happened?"

Tatiana steps out into the foyer, looking for Severine, to relay the commands she was given. She accepts her mere messenger duty with grace and aplomb. "I'm new, at the bottom of the ...what is the expression?....ah yes, totem pole. I'll not be staying there for long, of course" she though...

Leaving the combat for those suited to it, either by abilities or temperament, Tatiana maintains her poise, remaining near the Prince, mildly amused by James' arrogance. "No leader of any worth would tolerate half so much insolence from one so low as a neonate. Were he alive, I would call this ...

well, shit.

I go out of town , and all kinds of interesting stuff happens. *sigh*

I will read and catch up, and NOT make life hard for our esteemed ST by trying to "have been right along" with everyone else.

Khalida in tow, Tatiana calmly follows Ivan. Watching for any signs of approval or disfavor at his actions, mimicking those of merit, and avoiding those which seem importune. She willingly undertakes this simple formality, and murmurs reassurance to her childe as they move along.

A gentle caress of Khalida, and a whispered "He is here to assist me, our Sire commands it. He is useful, in a limited, crude way. I will correct him". [language=russian] Not a hooker. Pet, perhaps.. She is my childe. She has many connections to the mortal power scene. Not to mention, look...