OPERATION: SALT THE EARTH - Log 13
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xp_logsNorth arranges a 'chance meeting' with Vazhin's bodyguard.
Nicolai Krylanko stood out in a crowd. His name had been circulated, but as far as anyone could tell, he was an FSB major serving as Vazhin’s aide. But there was something not quite right about him. It wasn’t just his size, standing a half head taller than the tallest in the room and built along the same lines as a tank. It was more his careful study of the crowd as he moved through it, looking for threats and delivering information to specific people.
It wasn’t the actions of an assistant. It was, however, those of a bodyguard.
Which was exactly why North picked his broad back to stumble into as he tripped over his own feet and a fold in the carpet, unceremoniously crashing the full force of his weight against the man. It turned heads and created a nice conversation starter. Ten out of ten plan, if he said so himself.
Surprisingly, the man didn't budge, catching North's shoulder and bracing him effortlessly. North was a relatively big man, moving at some speed, and he didn't even properly jostle the man.
"Careful, friend. Too much drink isn't a smart idea in a place with so many fragile things."
"Thank you that is good advice," North took his time to find his feet, balancing his almost empty glass with exaggerated care before offering a guileless smile to the man. "Very wise indeed. But difficult to abide by when presented with such fine selections. Good thing you are so strong, eh?"
"I understand. My father was a diplomat. He used to talk endlessly about the bars he'd been in, all the while sipping on his vodka."
“Sounds like a man I would get along with. How about I buy you one at the open bar? For saving me from a most embarrassing fall.”
"One. I am on duty." He said, falling into step. "You do not look like a scientist or an engineer. What brings you here?"
“Duty? You are not a scientist then?” North chuckled. “I am a scientist. Maybe not a very good one but I have the papers to prove it. Now, my companion on this trip is a remarkable scientist. It is most unfortunate that she is not a man and with the proper family connections.” They drew up to the bar. “Unfortunate for her. Not for me.”
"That kind of talk makes enemies. Lovely ones, but still enemies." He replied with a laugh. "I'm a specialist for the FSB. I'm supporting Colonel Vazhin this weekend." He waved towards the man in the crowd, currently engaged with Wanda.
"Specialist," North repeated as he gestured to the bartender to bring over two drinks. "Sounds exciting. Is the Colonel as brilliant as people say he is?"
"More."
Nicolai Krylanko stood out in a crowd. His name had been circulated, but as far as anyone could tell, he was an FSB major serving as Vazhin’s aide. But there was something not quite right about him. It wasn’t just his size, standing a half head taller than the tallest in the room and built along the same lines as a tank. It was more his careful study of the crowd as he moved through it, looking for threats and delivering information to specific people.
It wasn’t the actions of an assistant. It was, however, those of a bodyguard.
Which was exactly why North picked his broad back to stumble into as he tripped over his own feet and a fold in the carpet, unceremoniously crashing the full force of his weight against the man. It turned heads and created a nice conversation starter. Ten out of ten plan, if he said so himself.
Surprisingly, the man didn't budge, catching North's shoulder and bracing him effortlessly. North was a relatively big man, moving at some speed, and he didn't even properly jostle the man.
"Careful, friend. Too much drink isn't a smart idea in a place with so many fragile things."
"Thank you that is good advice," North took his time to find his feet, balancing his almost empty glass with exaggerated care before offering a guileless smile to the man. "Very wise indeed. But difficult to abide by when presented with such fine selections. Good thing you are so strong, eh?"
"I understand. My father was a diplomat. He used to talk endlessly about the bars he'd been in, all the while sipping on his vodka."
“Sounds like a man I would get along with. How about I buy you one at the open bar? For saving me from a most embarrassing fall.”
"One. I am on duty." He said, falling into step. "You do not look like a scientist or an engineer. What brings you here?"
“Duty? You are not a scientist then?” North chuckled. “I am a scientist. Maybe not a very good one but I have the papers to prove it. Now, my companion on this trip is a remarkable scientist. It is most unfortunate that she is not a man and with the proper family connections.” They drew up to the bar. “Unfortunate for her. Not for me.”
"That kind of talk makes enemies. Lovely ones, but still enemies." He replied with a laugh. "I'm a specialist for the FSB. I'm supporting Colonel Vazhin this weekend." He waved towards the man in the crowd, currently engaged with Wanda.
"Specialist," North repeated as he gestured to the bartender to bring over two drinks. "Sounds exciting. Is the Colonel as brilliant as people say he is?"
"More."
