[ her own attire reads as modern American, like so many of the refugees. an enhanced doctor once told her that he could detect a hint of Stalingrad in her accent. she doesn't think that the average human could clock it, but it's not something that worries her, regardless. she wouldn't style herself as Natasha Romanoff, if it did.
what a small end of world it is, to meet another Russian who sounds far from home. she smiles (genuinely, at that), evidently pleased by his answer. the reveal fits with the hint of history in his boots. ]
[ drawling. ] You know, I always preferred Stoli. [ Stolichnaya vodka. ] Are you a Moscow man?
[ not a surprise, no, but a pleasant little thing to discuss openly. ]
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what a small end of world it is, to meet another Russian who sounds far from home. she smiles (genuinely, at that), evidently pleased by his answer. the reveal fits with the hint of history in his boots. ]
[ drawling. ] You know, I always preferred Stoli. [ Stolichnaya vodka. ] Are you a Moscow man?
[ not a surprise, no, but a pleasant little thing to discuss openly. ]