"So let's do this," Romanoff says in Tanya's voice, and walks back out into the club.
She takes back her tray Sveta, and slips back into her rounds. It's not that long before her round brings her to Fjodorov and his girls - and his guards. Not there is anything for the guards to notice, because she'd slipped the drug into Fjodorov's drink before she got to their table.
"-and here's the Dom Perignon 1966," she says in the creamy-tones of customer service as she bends, flashes her cleavage in ways that could be accidental, could be deliberate.
Fjodorov certainly notices, despite the girls next to him.
Tanya smiles back, all country-girl momentarily forgetting her urban-professionalism. "Will you be needing anything else?"
"Well, when you put it like that..." Fjodorov says, and Tanya bites down on her bottom lip. "My card, girl, so contact me," the arms-dealer continues. Tanya reaches out to take it and
bang
and Fjodorov's blood splatters everyone close to him.
That's when the screaming starts, in the silence as the music is killed, but still there is a voice that shouts above it all, "THE WAITRESS, LOOK AT THE WAITRESS."
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She takes back her tray Sveta, and slips back into her rounds. It's not that long before her round brings her to Fjodorov and his girls - and his guards. Not there is anything for the guards to notice, because she'd slipped the drug into Fjodorov's drink before she got to their table.
"-and here's the Dom Perignon 1966," she says in the creamy-tones of customer service as she bends, flashes her cleavage in ways that could be accidental, could be deliberate.
Fjodorov certainly notices, despite the girls next to him.
Tanya smiles back, all country-girl momentarily forgetting her urban-professionalism. "Will you be needing anything else?"
"Well, when you put it like that..." Fjodorov says, and Tanya bites down on her bottom lip. "My card, girl, so contact me," the arms-dealer continues. Tanya reaches out to take it and
and Fjodorov's blood splatters everyone close to him.
That's when the screaming starts, in the silence as the music is killed, but still there is a voice that shouts above it all, "THE WAITRESS, LOOK AT THE WAITRESS."