Ivanna Royale Casino's Restaurant ~ Red Seating Room

Kiara smiled, the inside of the place looked awesome, and perfect for what seemed to be a first date. She found it exciting, she never would have guessed this morning she would be going out on a date with a handsome, mysterious, potentioaly dangerous man. But yet she found him... inviteing.... it was hard to explain. Could like Sevastyan? a truthful answer would yes she could... so far she like how she felt around him.

"Very nice, I like it, I love your taste, " she said as she nodded in approval.

It was bound to be a interesting evening, she could feel it...

For Sevastyan, the sight was a familiar one as a burst of red flooded his vision. Business had been conducted in here at one point, and still did when the casino shut this part of the restaurant off 'for repairs'. It was because of a business deal gone sour that this room was red. Blood had been spilled enough times on the formerly white carpet that his father simply decided to change the color scheme.

But only Kaminski family members and the Bratva knew that...

It was with a slight chuckle that he realized that this room only further served to make the evening's surroundings expertly matched instead of entirely random. Kiara's blouse was red, his tie was red, and quite a bit of the room was also red. 'How much more coordinated could vone hope to be?' he asked himself with a mental snicker.

"Thank you. I am sure you vill like the food as much as the decor... if not moreso," he replied with a faint yet noticeable smile as they stepped off the lift.

A man in a business suit approached them, and though his face was stern at first the unknown wizard seemed to lighten considerably the moment he got a good look at Sevastyan. "How might I help you this evening?" the older wizard asked the pair of them in a distinct German accent.

"Reservation for two: Kaminski," Sevastyan explained concisely. "I sent a House-elf vith the instructions to reqvest a very specific table."

The other wizard nodded and made a sweeping gesture for them to go on through. It was clear he knew Sevastyan and possibly his place in terms of Casino ownership. "A waiter will be with you shortly," he said as Sevastyan led Kiara to the table he'd reserved.

Before they'd even fully reached the table, Sevastyan pulled out the two chairs with the wave of his hand. "Vhere vould you prefer to sit?" he asked curiously. There was one chair near but not in the corner of the room, and another on the opposite side of the table.

Smileing Kiara nodded, " I am sure I will"

She nodded in understanding about the reservations, and she was impressed, she hadn't been on a date like this before. Tom her ex.. wasn't nearly as organised.. she doubted in his life that he ever made a reservation..

She noticed the change in mood from the man in the bussiness suit when he came near them. But then she remembered this casino was owned by Sevastyan's family... or something that. The whole atmostphere of this felt like she was in a muggle mafia movie.. She found it rather.. exciting.

Oh what her father would say if he found out she was out with a... a.. well she didn't know what to call him at the moment. But she knew her father would flip, if he ever found out.

It didn't really matter to her what side of the table she sat at, but she took the one on the other side of the table, away from the wall.

"Thank you" she said agian as she sat down in the offered seat.

Sevastyan allowed a faint smile in response to her words. He was certain she would like what the casino had to offer. His father certainly wouldn’t hire any but the best chefs, and the prices were decent for the most part. In a way, the wizard was curious as to what Kiara must have thought of all of this. He hadn’t said a word about reservations until now, but he’d written the request while in her shop earlier today. The house-elf had been ordered to read and follow what was written on the business card.

To him, making reservations and the whole atmosphere of the place was entirely natural. The casino and environs were like a home away from home. Albeit a rather noisy one when it came to the game rooms...

“Pazhálusta, ((You’re welcome))” he replied and slid the chair – with Kiara in it – a little closer to the table by hand before striding to the chair opposite her and sitting down. Two bottles of mineral water were already at each place setting, along with a glass that appeared freshly frozen. He then picked up the menus that were alongside the small condiment station and handed one to her. “It vill translate to English vonce I’m not touching it,” he remarked with a slight chuckle. “The charm on it automatically translates the text into vone’s mother tongue... touch-based,” Sevastyan explained.

Kiara nodded and took the menu, translation charms were always fun to do.. on of her favorites.

" I see.. clever" she said with a smile.

She smirked once her hands were on it the text soon turned into Gaelic, though she mainly spoke in english now as not many people spoke Gaelic nowadays. But her mothers mother tongue was Gaelic

She avoided the wide selection of Wines and other alcholic drinks, she hated her alergy to the stuff but she didn't want to cut the date short.

She smiled she would probably get the spaggti, her old standby, but since she was in Russia, it occured to her to try and eat something Russian, or atleast broaden her palet for it.

Then she came across the Pelmeni, she heard it was a russian favorite, what heck? yes she would try that. If she didn't like ah well she had a strong stomach, she would eat it any way.

As for what to drink... she didn't really care if Sevastyan asked about Alchol she would tell him about her alergy to it, she regretted it though, he looked like someone who enjoyed a drrink once in a while...

"I think I know what I want" she said closing the menu with a small snap.

Sevastyan smirked at the perceived compliment, even though he hadn't been the one to enchant the menus. Enchanting simply wasn't his specialty. Though, if it came to it, he could manage well enough. Truth be told he really didn't even need to glance at the menu. The wizard ate here somewhat often enough to know a good two-thirds of the items served. But he took one and scanned through the contents anyway so as not to make his date feel awkward.

Now his dilemma was what to have. Normally, he would select something he was accustomed to such as borsch and pelmeni, or okroshka and shashlik with a mushroom Pirozhki on the side. Occasionally he would try something entirely “foreign”. Perhaps tonight was an evening to step beyond his ethnic palette and try something entirely different.

Raven brows rose slightly when Kiara stated she had an idea of what she’d like. “Ah,” he murmured, snapping his own menu closed and returning it to the side of the table. “I vos about to say there is buffet also vith a lot of these things... if you had trouble picking something,” Sevastyan informed her, pointing to the menu. “That is common problem, for me.” A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“So... are you more a vine or champagne kind of person?” he asked curiously. She didn’t seem the type to indulge in the stronger drinks, but one could never really tell just by looking and it never hurt to ask. Sevastyan was more into the stronger proofs, but he didn’t think it’d make a good first impression to get hammered on the first date.

The waiter was at the table right behind Kiara and thus would be coming to them very soon.

Kiara smiled and shook her head, "I am going to try something new tonight, Pelmeni, I haven't had it yet" she said with a slightly laugh knowing Sevastyan probably had it on a regualar basis.

She looked at him curiously "Oh? you don't know what to have?" she asked.

Then she stiffened some what at the mention of wine or champaine, and she felt bad cause it would have been such a nice touch to there first date if she had been able to drink it.

"Well.. neither I am afriad, you see I am alerigic to alcohol.. so I can't drink it" she said feeling kinda like a party pooper and taking a bit of the fun out of it.

"Sorry I know that kinda ruins the mood doesn't it?" she asked feeling a bit embarrased.

"I can have whatever Virgin drinks are avalible though" she said trying to find a good compriise, as she opened of the menu agian.

A pair of ebony eyebrows rose at the familiar word, a smirk twitching upon Sevastyan’s lips. There was a sense of approval in his eyes. Approval that she would willingly venture into his culture’s cuisine. “I am sure you vill like it. It is a combination of my grandmother’s family recipe, and vone used by the top chefs in Russia,” Sevastyan explained.

His smirk only widened at her next question. “I am usually torn vether to stick to my own circle of favorite dishes, or try something new. But I think I know vot I vould like,” he elaborated.

It was curious, in his opinion, that Kiara had stiffened at the mention of drinks. Yes, he had noticed it. Just as he noticed two of his cousins enter the restaurant not even a full minute after making this observation about his date. And then he understood. Well, this was interesting: Sevastyan had never heard of someone allergic to alcohol. Then again, if any of his friends had been allergic they would’ve been dead long ago.

Regardless, the wizard believed her and nodded with a mix of comprehension and sympathy. A pensive expression crossed his face in the space of silence provided just then. When she spoke again Sevastyan glanced up from his glass of mineral water. “Not at all. Better something is said now than later,” he stated simply, though offered a reassuring half-smile. “I... drink here and there.” Sevastyan had to hide a laugh at this half-truth. Yes, he did drink ‘here and there’. However, he drank practically anywhere he went that happened to have alcohol. In fact, he made a habit to drink at least a bit every day. Some days more than others...

“Hmm... some of them are good, too,” he agreed honestly.

Kiara nodded with a pleasant look on her face, " Iam sure I will like it then, sounds great"

She chucked at his statement, "Ah looks like we are in the same boat then" she said with a smile.

She smiled and let out a breath of relief when he didn't seem to mind her allergy, heaven know she had hated it ever since she first tried a sip of fire whisky when she was 16 and it nearly killed her. What why to get caught for underage drinking.. her firends teased her about it for ages.

"Yes your right on that one, and thank you or understanding" she said with a nod.

She smirked at the mention of him drinking "here and there", no she could deffinitly see him drinking the harder liquor.

"I see, of that I am not suprised, you look like you enjoy a drink in the evening." she commented.

She glanced at the menu again, "I think a Virgin Penaculata(sp), those are always my favorite" she said, "well ever since I found out real achohol did agree with me" she said with a chuckle as she put the menu down once again.

Sevastyan offered Kiara a genuine smile at the expression. He’d heard of the saying before, and was glad that they could relate to that fact even though he was a regular here. The wizard inclined his head slightly to her thanks. “I knew a couple of people that did not drink... for different reasons,” he offered, a slight smirk twisting his lips.

“Vone of my relatives vos so paranoid he vould not eat or drink anything unless he vatched every move in its preparation...” While yes, Sevastyan did realize how that might sound, it was also very true. The relative had had a legitimate reason for being paranoid that had nothing to do with the Bratva.

The other half of his face mimicked the same twisting that had created the smirk, turning the expression upon his countenance into a grin. “That I do...” he replied simply. Sevastyan withheld the fact that he enjoyed a drink at any time of day, truth be told. He wasn’t an alcoholic per se, but he did enjoy drinking when he allowed himself to do so.

Sevastyan ‘hmm’ed at her selection, glancing at his copy of the drink menu, and made a note to self that Kiara seemed to like tropical-themed beverages. “I have never had vone of those... perhaps I vill try vone this time,” he mused aloud, allowing the grin fall to a decent smile. Replacing the menu back where it belonged, Sevastyan asked curiously, “How did you find out about that? If I am not prying...”


No sooner had he asked, a tall man with sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes approached. Given the way he was dressed, it was clear he was a waiter. “Guten Abend. My name is Johann Von Brandt and I will be your waiter for this evening. May I get for you two anything?” the man greeted and then proceeded to ask the pair.


Sevastyan nodded to the waiter and then looked to Kiara. “Ladies alvays first...” he remarked with a knowing yet somewhat discreetly flirty half-smile.

Kiara nodded to his comment about other people not drinking. "To each there own I guess? Though there are times I hate this allergy, Heaven knows there are times I wish could drink" she said.

Kiara's eyes widened only slightly when Sevastyan discribed the extant of paranioa his relative went to. She was hardly a paranioed person though sometimes it would have paid for her to be a bit more paranoid. Seemed a hard way to live though.

"Oh my... never be to careful I guess hmm? Although I wouldn't go that far" she said with a slight snicker. "Then again, I am betting he had a good reason to act the way he does? Am I right?" she asked.

She smiled at him when said he would venture a try at the drink she enjoyed, even though it was slightly different.

She chuckled lightly when he asked how she discovered her uncommon alergy. She was about to answer when the waiter came to there table.

She nodded her head in thanks when Sevastyan offered to let her go first and sent back flirty smirk of her own before turning her attention back to the waiter.

"I will have a Virgin Penaculata and the Pelmeni please" she said politely, usually she stressed the importance of the no alcohol part, but this time she she let it slide plesently. The place didn't seem half clueless and Sevastyan's family did run it... so she was confident they would get it right. And anyway she knew a charm to tell her if there was alcohol in it or not. I was a life saver at party's.

She then turned to Sevastyan, mildly curious as to what he would order.

Sevastyan didn’t nod, but made a facial expression of agreement. “I can understand that,” he replied simply.

The wizard suddenly became nervous when he noticed Kiara’s eyes widen. However, he schooled his expression into a guiltless countenance. It wasn’t the Bratva that made his relative paranoid. “I suppose... most of the family just consider him a crazy old man,” Sevastyan explained with a laugh. “But you are right: there vos reason behind it.”

At the flirty smirk he received in the brief moment between the waiter’s greeting and Kiara’s response, Sevastyan couldn’t help but allow a few... private thoughts... to cross his mind. Though, another part of his mind clearly heard what she’d decided to order. He was surprised that she hadn’t stressed no alcohol, but it didn’t worry him. Part of this was because he’d sent a nonverbal spell to write the words ‘no alcohol’ on the tablet Johann was writing on. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the chefs to do their job; he just didn’t want to end up cutting the date short.

When the waiter finished making his notes and turned to Sevastyan, he had already decided on what he wanted. “I vould also like a Virgin Pina Colada... borscht, and the Räucheraal,” he stated simply, as though he’d ordered something as commonplace as spaghetti and garlic bread.

Johann nodded as he jotted down the order. “We received a fresh shipment of eel today, actually... Danke. I shall return momentarily with your orders,” he replied with a slight smile and then more or less calmly made himself scarce.

“So... vhere vere ve?” Sevastyan asked with a smirk in an attempt to get back into the swing of conversation.

Kiara gave him a curious expression and she wonder if it were out of line if she asked what the reason was. She decided not to ask out right, just in case.

She had the distinct impression Sevastyan was apart of something, the enchantment he wanted her to do on the ring, to the fact to the fact he just had that aditube about him. She made a note not to mention what her father did for a living if her feelings were right that might put a knot in their enjoyable evening.

She gave a small smile when she heard his order, and silently hoped he liked the drink, it had been her drink of choice at her 17th birthday and she liked it ever since.

"I believe I was about to tell you how I found out about my "wonderful" Alergy of mine" she said with a sigh..

"It was on the last day of classes on my sixth year at Hogwarts, firends of mine who were already 17 wanted to go out to celebrate, I went along with them, and a firend ordered me a drink so we could all toast to only one more year of school and to another firend of ours who was graduating. They ordered fire whiskey..." she trailed off and cleared her throat, almost as if the mere thought of the drink made her throat tighten up.

"Anyway if you've had Fire whiskey before, it is very potent... everyone choked at first, I just couldn't stop.... Needless to say I was taken to St. Mungos, and it was because of a healer with same allergy that I did that they managed to reverse the reaction. And of course my parents were contacted, it turned out to be very embarrasing actually... My firends kept teasing me, Magnus can't hold her liquor, they always said.

She laughed slightly "But yeah, that is how I found out, what way to be caught for underage drinking eh?" she siad sheepishly.

Sevastyan held back a snicker at her emphasis on the word ‘wonderful’. Though it might have been part of a dry humor, not unlike his own, he didn’t think it prudent to risk possibly offending his date. And so he listened in silence, raising an eyebrow slightly upon hearing that her first drink had been fire whiskey. The Russian wizard was aware that the drink was quite potent, having had had some in his teenage years as well.

There was a neutral smirk on his face as she finished her tale, followed by a nod of comprehension and agreement. “I can imagine that vould have been qvite embarrassing for you,” he stated sincerely. “Vere your parents strict vith you?

“I vos vonce caught drinking and smoking underage. Almost thought my father vould explode from fury,” Sevastyan asked after a moment’s pause. There was a slight chuckle that punctuated his last remark, as though he found the entire scenario of his past funny. “I suppose vot didn’t help vos that the cigar had been the last vone in his pocket...”

Just then, out of the corner of his eyes, Sevastyan spotted his younger brother, Grigoriy. By his gait, the other wizard was obviously drunk. ’Please, be too drunk to recognize people,’ Sevastyan prayed silently, ignoring the sight he’d seen.

Kiara had to shake her head at the question if her parents were strict, " Not really actually, father was dissapointed I did it behind is back.... and it didn't help he asked the who, what, when, where, and why questions" she said with a small humphing type laugh to show she had been annoyed bye it at the time, but could joke now.

" hmm I did try smoking, shockingly my father never cought me at it, but then I started baby sitting my younger brother... kinda forced my self to quit them for the most part, although I been known to have one when no one is looking. she said with a wink.

"When I was a kid I would just have the older kids to buy them for me, no need to swip any" she said with a smirk and a chuckle.

“Ah. Vone of those,” Sevastyan half-sighed as he nodded. “There’s vone in every family, it seems,” he added, countenance one of mock sympathetic irritation followed up quickly with a smile. “My father vos... still is, really... very strict.” Sevastyan wasn’t dense enough to say how strict on a first date. He just hoped the man in question didn’t pay this section of Ivanna a visit while they were there.

The wizard chuckled particularly at the fact that Kiara smoked when no one was looking. “I forget how many times I got caught smoking... it vos at least after the first tvelve that my parents decided I vos too set in my vays,” he explained with a light laugh. “And, as you saw earlier today, I haven’t yet qvit.” Sevastyan tapped a part of his suit near the right breast where a concealed pocket lay. The tap had been firm and hit a solid surface that was not part of his body. Looking closer, one just could see the outline of a cigarette pack.

“Hmm,” he murmured in contemplation. “I’ve done that before... But cigar vos there, I vos there, and father vos distracted – it vos opportune moment,” Sevastyan chuckled, explaining his reason for stealing when he could’ve just, as Kiara mentioned, had an older youth acquire them. Though he didn’t yet tell her, the experiences of swiping smokes from his father helped a great deal in mafia business and in his everyday occupation.


The instant the word ‘moment’ was out of Sevastyan’s mouth, Grigoriy Kaminski had caught sight of the pair and stumbled over, running into a waiter carrying glasses clearly filled with alcoholic beverages and tumbling to the floor. ’You idiot... vatch vhere you’re going... and stay far avay from this table!’ Sevastyan’s mind hissed at his brother. However, his brother was unable to hear thoughts, let alone figure out which way was up in his current state.

“Oh izzvinee... ((izvini = Excuse me, inf)) ... Just going hi to say my brat,” Grigoriy muttered to the waiter as both stood up and brushed themselves off. Without another word, Sevastyan’s younger – drunken – brother picked up a spare chair from one of the tables, and made his way over. Various mutterings escaped him in wonderment on the woman with his brother and who she was. Also out of his mouth were some rather... interesting... answers in response to his own question. However, the sober listener wouldn’t have been able to determine here nor there what precisely Grigoriy was muttering.

((lol... he’ll be at the table next post. XD))

Kiara nodded, "Ah I see, neither of my parents are really strict, my Mother is rather quiet and my Father, well he is in the middle so I guess I can't complain" she said with a slight smile.

She gave a slight laugh "Yes, I have to admit they do have certain appeal to them, ((Not really, but..XD)) and it was really hard to quit" she said. Then a slight blush came to her face. "I was quite short tempered with my firends at school during to time I was quiting" she with a snicker at the memory. She had been a royal **** during that time.

She nodded in understanding and amusment when he explained why he took his fathers Cigars.

"I snuck my Fathers Pipe once... when I was just a kid though, made me awfully sick. Haven't touched it since" she said with a sheepish laugh.

Kiara then stared wided eyed at the seemingly drunken man crash in to waiters.

"Oh my.."

Then the man started coming toward them with a chair, in her mind at least that was not good.

"Please tell me he is friend of yours" she said as she pulled out her wand form behind her back. Her eyes not leaving then drunken man as he came towards

((lol, I know what you mean. I don’t even like candy cigarettes unless they’re the ones w/ chocolate in the center. XD))

Eyebrows rose in interest while his lower lip moved outward slightly, as though clearly thinking about something. "That is good... In my opinion, strict parents aren’t all that fun," Sevastyan remarked, offering her a small smile as well.

He nodded in wholehearted agreement. Sevastyan hadn’t wanted to quit his habit, which made attempts to quit – which were seldom – even worse. One side of his mouth tugged upward in a cross between a chuckle and a snicker at the confession. "I tried qvitting... tvice, during school-age. It vos... not the most flattering of times for me."

The Russian Mafioso laughed with her – not at her – at the tale of having stolen her father’s pipe. Had Sevastyan known her better he might’ve jokingly asked what it was her father smoked. But as he didn’t know her quite well enough to kid around in such a manner, not to mention he didn’t want to offend her, Sevastyan kept his mouth shut. "Never tried pipe smoking before," he shrugged.

At Kiara’s murmuring of ‘oh my’ Sevastyan sighed and actually acknowledged the approaching drunken man with a glance. There was no escaping either one noticed the other now. A groan escaped the Russian’s lips at her next few words. "Vorse than a friend. He’s..." Sevastyan had begun, but never got the chance to finish.


With a huge, sloppy grin on his face, Grigoriy placed the chair down at the open section of table and greeted the pair in breathless, quite uncoordinated Russian. "Thought your table seen rezza...ations at tventy tri!" he laughed.


"... my brother," Sevastyan sighed through his nose, finishing his earlier sentence, in an attempt to ignore his sibling. Yet it looked as though he were using all of his self control not to roll his eyes or cuff the younger man about the head.


"Brat... come now, give: whos thish tonight voman vith you vonderful?" Grigoriy asked and placed an arm around his brother’s shoulders, surveying the woman with more than a little bit of intoxicated interest.


Sevastyan looked half ready to to throttle his brother.

Kiara laughed "mine either, my friends can at test to that" she said with a smirk. " Those were the days, it was fun seeing people older the me cower when I walked in to the room"

Laughing lightly about the pipe she nodded. "It is nothing to great trust me, but then again I never got a taste for them.

She looked at Sevastyan in confusion and curiosity as to who the drunken man was, and the exact relation he was to him.

She then stared wide eyed at the man as he sat at there table, and had a horrible time trying to understand what he was saying never mind make sense if it.

Then she looked at Sevastyan in slight surprise. " Your Brother?" She then looked at the man with even more curiosity.
She sent a look to Sevastyan, hoping to assure him that his brothers unexpected arrival, had not ruin there date just yet.

She looked very confused at his drunken statement, and tried her best to answer.

"Umm I am Kiara Magnus" she said trying not to show she was uncomfortable by his drunken stare.

"May I ask your name?" she asked, hoping he would address her instead of talking about her as if she was not there. That was one of the things that annoyed her the most. First being addressed as "voman" and talked about as if she were not there hearing what there were saying quite clearly.

Then again perhaps she was being to harsh, the man could hardly talk after all.

“Yes...” Sevastyan half-muttered in response to her question. Despite the look Kiara gave him, which did soften the agitation on his face somewhat, Sevastyan was not wholly convinced that his brother’s appearance meant anything good. Kiara had not grown up with Grigoriy, and therefore had no idea what ideas were going through his vodka-soaked head. Sevastyan, on the other hand, knew precisely what the look he was giving her was for.

A clearly unintelligent babble of English and Russian escaped the younger wizard who clearly had about a dozen drinks too many. Grigoriy had intended to reply with the usual nicety of saying ‘pleased to meet you’ but it didn’t come out of his mouth in that order. In fact, the words ‘please’ and ‘meet’ were the only two halfway intelligible words of English out of his mouth.

The brown eyes of Grigoriy Kaminski blinked as if confused by the question. Slowly he looked to Sevastyan, though precisely what was being attempted to convey was not at all certain.

“Kak va zovut, Grisha...” Sevastyan sighed, adding an eyeroll when his brother looked away. Grigoriy's attention shifted back to Kiara, still wearing that same wide, goofy grin. The man still had yet to let go of his brother. If Sevastyan wasn’t released soon Grigoriy would be down the use of an arm.

“Name Grigoriy mai isst... Do-how you-do?” he stated confidently, having little to no idea that his statement didn’t really make any sense at all, and extending his hand for to seemingly shake with her. With the way said hand weaved this way and that it was quite clear tipsy didn’t quite fit his state.

Kiara looked at Sevastyans brother, she was surprised the guy was still sanding to be honest.

She was very confused by the man, and she felt slightly sorry for Sevastyan and was glad her younger sibling were to young to be out drinking like this.

"Umm nice to meet you as well.." she replied though the tone of her voice she was rather unsure of that statement, as Sevastyan seemed none to happy with the currant predicament.

She raised her eye brow at his introduction, and chuckled at his swaying hand.

"I am doing very well thank you" she said as she held his hand in a rather firm grip and gave it a quick shake, and cast Sevastyan an amused look. The guy made no sense but at least he didn't appear to be a Violint drunk. Goofie drunks she could handle, provided he kept his hands to him self and to say to he didn't pass out him self she wouldn't knock him unconcious.

With a smirk she asked "Do you always sit in on your brothers Dates.. or am I special case?"

The question was pointed to Sevastyan as well as their overly tipsy guest may not have been abe to answer the question.

As long as Grigoriy didn’t say anything embarrassing, or pass out on them, and kept his hands to himself, Sevastyan supposed he could live with his brother dropping in on his date...

The likelihood of even just one of those conditions being met: slim to none, given the level of intoxication.

To say Sevastyan had his eyes peeled for trouble was an understatement.


Grigoriy heard her words, but wasn’t sure he understood them... certain she’d just said ‘I doover ell nkyou,’ which sounded rather silly to him. Therefore he grinned and laughed through the firm handshake, his own grip not very strong at all right now simply because he was drunk. Once the handshake was complete Grigoriy released Sevastyan and sat down upon the chair he’d brought over, focusing more on Kiara than his brother.

Grigoriy’s reply was another round of poorly-mixed English and Russian, with a smattering of German, punctuated with a string of drunkenly flirtatious, albeit masculine giggles. He was immediately rewarded with a swift cuff to the back of the head and a mouthful of soap bubbles by his brother, who knew that the portions spoken in Russian had been quite... inappropriate.


After performing the magical feat of literally washing his brother’s mouth out with soap, Sevastyan grabbed the man’s collar and pulled. “Vould you mind not being an embarrassment to all of Mother Russia for ten minutes?” he hissed, then roughly shoved Grigoriy back into the chair. If they weren’t in mixed company... particularly mixed company he was hoping to impress... Sevastyan would’ve laughed and went along with the joke.

“Please excuse him... it is qvite clear my brother had too much to drink this evening...” Sevastyan addressed Kiara, a tinge of embarrassment staining his complexion. “And as for this, it is most unusual... last time I checked, my parents did not impose vith chaperones anymore. Especially chaperones younger than me...” he remarked, smirking slightly in hope to bring to this situation some light.


Meanwhile, Grigoriy had stopped a passing musician long enough to swipe his violin and began fiddling – no pun intended – with the pegbox.