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((Never said it did.))

"I think he actually despises anything Russian right now. Besides, I'm more Tanyas type than he is."

I still am her type.

"You say that now...but wait till we get in town. You might get groped and never see who did it with the crush of people."

((Touche, touche. XD))

"From the way Agent Ivanova treated him, I'd be shocked if he still liked the Russians. Hell, even I got a little ticked, even if the KGB is operating outside of the Tsarina's orders."

One of the customs agents moved to stop them until he spotted the 101st patch. Tobias chuckled.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I decided to wear this jacket. Too bad my white scarf is AWOL right now."

"Well then perhaps you should direct your ire towards him. If I recall, you and I were having a nice conversation in the DFAC till he butted in. Same with the second time when I told you about the scratch on Aisling's paint. Yes, we argue. But if you look at the past, I don't start them. But then again, why you're getting pissed at me is a mystery. All i did was point out my opinion that he isn't fond of Russians right now. I am entitled to my opinions, regardless of who they are of."

He returned her annoyed stare as they stepped into an empty street, lined with buildings that looked like apartment buildings.

"If I remember correctly..."

He closed his eyes and remembered the map he'd memorized years ago on Saint Petersburg.

"Two blocks down, third building on the right. Number 7."

((I wonder if this will cause the wedge to be driven further, stay as is, or get yanked out. I'm leaning more towards more hammering. XD))

"Perhaps your brother should do the same. Because everything you just spwed off at me also applies to Jarid. The difference between he and I is that I don't hold a grudge, nor is my skin as thin as his. I pissed him off because we have differing personalities and views as to what it means to be a soldier."

Tobias shrugged his shoulders and kept walking, speaking over his shoulders, hands in his pockets.

"When you decide to stop getting so bent out of shape because i made a personal opinion that was in no way, shape, or form on an insult, you know where I'll be."

Tobias shook his head as he kept walking. He eventually arrived at the building he'd mentioned and entered into the common area.

Perhaps I should have Jhala talk to both of them together in a private place. That guy can uncloud the Autumn fog in Venice.

Tobias stepped out of the building and checked his watch, sighing.

I'd better go fetch her before she gets into trouble.

He began walking in the direction he'd last seen her going.

Another Russian man, lean with a slight build to his torso, and wearking the uniform fo the Russian Army with an overcoat, hands in pockets, turned into the alley. He walked between two of the men, paying particular attention to stomping on the foot of one of them, elbowing another in kidney.

"Three against a lone woman isn't a fair fight, comrades."

He whirled, his right heel impacting the temple of one of the men, the man following up with his left heel to the other, his hands still in his pockets.

"The woman wants to be left alone, comrades."

From the pockets of his overcoat, you could hear the distinct click of a hammer being cocked on a pistol. His choc9olate eyes flashed in confidence, though his shaggy black hair kept getting in the way.