|
|
Post by Natasha Abramova on May 3, 2015 12:06:49 GMT
Natasha's apartment is of reasonable size, with a small terrace for her plants. Her connections and work mean that she can live a more affordable life and the furnishings in her house are evidence of this.
|
|
|
|
Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 17, 2015 11:22:01 GMT
Natasha was sat at home, tending to her plants, going over the events of the House of White Lace a few days ago. He had to be like her, the man who did the killing. No way could he have been that quick and efficient at what he did.
|
|
|
|
Post by The Astronomer on Jun 17, 2015 12:55:52 GMT
Orin King, AKA Orin Kleinfled AKA Igor Krevchenko, was the son of Fyodor Krevchenko. 'Fido' was, in polite parlance, a 'bad sort'. Igor, not wishing to be thought of as a 'bad sort', reimagined himself as Orin King, entrepreneur of fine entertainments. He was still very much in bed with that other sort of people, but aside from the occasional sealed envelope, Orin's in interest in 'Kitty' was strictly legit.
His name appears on the Caller ID of her cell phone.
|
|
|
|
Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 17, 2015 13:00:43 GMT
Kitty jumped slightly when her phone rang, having been engrossed in her thoughts (and plants). She walked over to the kitchen counter and looked at the ID, a slight frown appearing on her face. This could be good or bad. After a moment she picked up.
"Da?"
|
|
|
|
Post by The Astronomer on Jun 17, 2015 13:07:46 GMT
Orin's Russian had a distinct American accent, but was otherwise superb. "Natasha... how much do you love me, eh? And how much will you love me after I give you the fattest gig of your career?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 17, 2015 13:38:12 GMT
"I hope you do not mean that I will be having the fattest client I have ever had," Natasha told him, a small laugh escaping her. "No, go on, tell me who it is."
|
|
|
|
Post by The Astronomer on Jun 17, 2015 13:44:25 GMT
"I'll give you a clue. His name starts with an A, ends with a 6, and has all the time in the world..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 17, 2015 13:51:25 GMT
"Are you kidding me...?" Natasha said, her eyes widening. "This has got to be a joke, Igor! Do not kid me like that!"
|
|
|
|
Post by The Astronomer on Jun 17, 2015 15:14:45 GMT
"I do not kid. Alexander Chronos needs a pretty face for a party."
|
|
|
|
Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 17, 2015 15:18:41 GMT
"Mhmmmm..." Natasha said, still trying to comprehend what she was being told. "I will give him the whole package then. He can dress me in whatever he wants - the money will be right!" She laughed.
|
|
