Russian Front [Open]

Ah, homeland... How Guy hated it. He had only returned momentarily to take some things back and sightsee. He walked down the cold streets of this apocalyptic hellhole, walking into a nearby bar to warm up. He sat at the counter and spoke, "Vuteti yobnitayi marozi... Kak vi mozhiti zdes zhit? Davay suda chai, pashalsta..." [This fucking frosts... How can you live here? Get me some tea, please...]

Guy got up, drinking from a mug (is if the bar had already known his preference?). He looked around, the bar didn't seem especially packed taking the location into consideration. But one person in particular caught his eye. "Shtoto iz etih zdes ni dalshno bit..." [One of these things is not like the other.] He walked over to Daniel and sat next to him. "Ey, ti. Ti Ruski?" [Hey, you. You Russian?" "Moshikasti, kimi wa Nihongo-desu? [Or maybe you're Japanese?] "Or... Are you an English-speaker?" Guy asked in perfect English, sipping from his mug.

"Which means, naturally, that you're a spy, since it isn't an American national pass-time to spend one's nights in a Russian bar. Corporate? Government? Military?" Guy asked calmly, one hand in his pocket with the other holding the steaming mug. "Or something else?"

"The absence of evidence does not mean the evidence of absence..." Guy said simply. "That is how you Americans say it, right? Besides, everyone knows that peacetime is more dangerous than wartime. You're sitting here in Bumfuck, Russia while it's freezing cold, after all. I don't see any family or lovers around you. That must mean you're doing espionage," Guy explained himself. "And arguing the point that spies don't exist... Is a confession if I ever heard one."

"I will if he looks like he isn't dressed for the environment. You're a blind chameleon," Guy chuckled. "Let me buy you a drink or some food. You won't last in the cold without something inside you." He finished his tea and snapped his fingers, prompting the bartender to come to them. "Tell me what you want."

"Prinisiti imu kartoshku s obivniyi i piva, pashalsta," [Bring him some potatoes with cutlets and a bear, please.] Guy told the bartender, who immediately left to work on the order. "You shouldn't go into a country without learning some of their language. That's just dangerous, even if you're going to meet someone. Hell, for all you know, you're walking into a trap, Mr. Spy."

Standing outside waiting for someone was a beautiful blond haired woman with blue eyes. She was dressed in all white and appeared to be in distress. She walked up to the first person to walk out of the bar, who, in this case, was Daniel. "Izviniti mina, vi sluchayni ni uvidili mushchina katori zashol suda? On malodoy y univo serayi volosi," [Excuse me, did you happen to see a man who entered this place? He's young with gray hair] she asked with a silky voice.