The Ambassador's Assistant

Summary:
November 01 2014: Partisan and Jericho are having a meeting. One Dmitri Pushkin is briefly included in it.

Hole in the Wall Cafe

A polyglot cafe hosting a polyglot group of people, this is the kind of place where you can hear almost anything being spoken.


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It's the sort've grimy cafe where the coffee is hot, and the menu is distinctly "greasy spoon". It's also, a lovely place to hear all manner of languages. From those two spanish gents down at the far end of the counter, talking about well window frame sizing. Theres a french couple, bragging to themselves how "Authentic" this place is and well theres even a little bit've Russian. Down at the far end, settled into a back corner booth. That'd be where we find them, our two favorite freedom fighters of course.

Long red hair tied in something of a messy pony tail, a dirty dark green hoody and a Czech field coat with Captain's bars. A little skate punk for sure, and she's got the slightest hint of a Ural twinge to her Russian. Spoken ever so casually, to a man who especially lately seems all the older. "I don't know, Maybe it's time we go pick up an armored Audi or something for this mess. We've been going through BMWs faster than I can find replacements, E30s don't exactly grow on trees you know. Most around here have so much rust, I'm really spending way too much time just grinding all the ugly off so they look a little less rust bucket. I'm just worried, the first nice whatever we snag is going to be the one somone drops a tank on or someshit knowing our luck."Part pauses there, snubbing out one cigarette before lighting the next ever so casually. "Well or Fox body mustangs, but those are starting to get expensive too now."

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Jericho's Russian is accented, but only such that you can tell that it's not his first language. It's got an oddly Arabic twist to it, mostly in the vowels. If one didn't know that the hacker was a former US commando with a lot of experience, you might almost think he was a native to the middle east who picked up some Russian as many there do. "I don't suppose you'd consider something a bit more modern. Fiberglass doesn't rust, you know." Speaking in Russian helps them blend, but it also keeps them from being overheard and fortunately this is a place where that's exepcted.

"We could always try sourcing something from the local junkyards, if you fancy a restoration project. Dunno if either of us have the time for it though."

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When Dmitri walks in the front door off the bat he's all laughs and smiles, with a fake cigarette placed into his mouth right where the gap in his teeth is located. He's got a well groomed almost pure white beard with streaks of grey here and there, and hair that's not much better off. The way he acts you'd think he knew everyone in the Cafe by name, but any of the regulars would know he's not exactly been here before, and yet normally dour faces seem to lighten up somewhat just having him around. He's just got that kind of naturally likable aura to him.

"Zdravstvujte!" Dmitri calls out to the woman behind the counter with a broad smile across his face, before placing down an order for "Your finest hamburger cheese, and water fresh" to the surprise of the waitress. He's got a very thick Russian accent English obviously not being the first or even second language of this polite gentleman. The diplomats assistant catches the conversation in progress at a glance, offering smiles to everyone along the way doing his best to brighten days.

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"What, so it can get trashed the first time we take it out? Tell you what, you think we it's worth the investment I'll see if Pep can swing the mad scientist doing something about the armor."Dmitri gets Part's attention immediately, before nudging Jerry's leg. She doesn't rise, but she does turn to face Dmitri at least. "Oh why hello there, good to hear a familar accent. Why don't you come join us, long way from home and my friend could use the practice with another Russian speaker. Please, it'd be our pleasure sir."

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Jericho turns to see the older Russian man. At only thirty one, he's used to being the oldest (looking) person in his little circle of friends and as previously noted, his misadventures do have him looking older at times. He's actually recovering from one that nearly killed him. Which granted is not a hugely helpful description since a lot of his 'incidents' could fall under that heading.

"Nice to meet you." The hacker smiles, motioning the man over. Good thing that living with Illyana has gotten the hacker a good taste for good vodka. "Come and share a drink with us." The remains of a pub burger are right in front of him, quite clearly enjoyed.

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Offering out his hand to each of them he introduces himself as Dmitri Pushkin. Even without his handshake being accepted he'll still grab himself a seat with a smile, speaking in perfect Russian the moment he actually makes the switch to his native language. "I'll be fine with my water, but what kind of a man would I be to deny company?" The cigarette in the corner of his mouth now more clearly then before some kind of plastic. It doesn't even look like an electronic cigarette more simply something to just hide that gap in his teeth.

Pushkin rattles off for a short while introducing himself as not really being from around the area himself. Just in speaking he tends to use very polite and formal words with a happy inflection, not at least on the surface having a mean bone in his body.

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Partisan shakes, politely indeed. "I'm Pru, it's a pleasure Mr.Pushkin. Enjoying your time in New York so far I hope? I don't think anywhere else rivals New york for the diversity of cloaks and colorful crime fighters."Pausing a moment as she ashes out her cigarette. "Though truly, as somone who's lived over here for awhile? I'd suggest you steer clear of Gotham as best you can, it's a brutal and violent place and much worse than the media lets on. These days, there are Gangs running around from Russia. They make it a habit, to prey on anyone from Russia these days. All sorts of cruel tricks, and rough men."

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"And folks there are a bit nuts." Jericho adds. "I'm Jericho, by the way. And again, nice to meet you." The hacker slides over so Dmitri can ahve a seat. "May I ask what brings you so far from home? By your accent you're Russian born and raised."

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"It is a pleasure to meet you both, and I'm sure it will be no problem" Pushkin assures giving his deepest gratitude to the rather glum looking waitress, who seems to brighten up a bit at his words sitting down his 'hamburger cheese' and water. He looks back over to the other two with a small smile, before explaining in so many words that he's here with the embassy having been an ambassador himself before the fall of the wall. Of course not all of that is fully true, more half truths of his cover story, yet he's more then happy to share without being asked about his lovely wife, and two darling children.

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Partisan hmmms softly, nodding as she puffs after her cigarette. "I see, an ambassador. Where were you stationed before New York then, I've spent a fair amount of time all over the Warsaw pact back in the day. Granted, I never attended many state functions or anything."Says this, what twenty two maybe looking woman?

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Jericho just quirks an eyebrow and sips his drink. "Embassy work hrm? My sympathies." It's half a joke. The work of diplomat is finicky and largely thankless. The work of their assistants and laborious drudgework on top of being completely thankless. Yeah…

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Pulling out his wallet Dmitri starts showing of pictures of him with presumably his wife, and children, each photo getting a quick mention as some sort of proof that he was stationed there. He goes through a decent chunk of the Warsaw pact from Bulgaria to Romania, but ends off with "Though I spent a good deal of time in France of all places," letting out a bit of a hearty laugh. He doesn't really seem to care that much about the age of the people he's speaking with just that he has someone to talk to, this man probably able to make friends with a rock if given enough time. "Well, it's never been easy, but it lets me see the world,"

Partisan hmmms softly "Bulgaria huh, well. France is lovely, can't say much about the French these days but they've got a lovely city if nothing else."Casually snuffing out one cigarette, only to light another up with a shrug of her shoulders. "Can't help but feel the food is a little overrated though, always felt the italians and the Spanish especialluy were underrated when it came to cuisine."

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"Spanish food tends to be a bit spicy for my tastes." Not that Jericho really ever complains mind. He spent far too much time eating MRE's and goat and whatever else the locals in the middle of nowhere Afghanistan ate. The food there was rather awful. Kind of makes one miss downhome American cooking. It's one reason Jeri likes eating so much, simply because here in New York there is good food to be had. The threat of dying helps too. Might as well if people are trying t kill you.

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Finally taking the cigarette from his mouth so that he can have some water the missing tooth is now rather plainly visible, but he doesn't seem to mind too much. "Now I may not be able to offer much in return for this wonderful conversation, but at least let me pay for both your meals," The talk of various nations cuisines reminding him that he's being at least somewhat rude by not offering sooner. "It is the least I can do," placing down a small bit of paper money onto the table for fronting the bill. He's either that gullible or that trusting to show that he can pay for the three of them.

Partisan eyes Jerry for a moment "Spicy is good for the heart, good for the immune system. Eat your greens and your spices, if you want to grow up big and strong."Dmitri's offer is almost refused, before well the money is on the table. "That's a very kind gesture, thank you indeed Mr.Pushkin. It's always a delight to meet a gentleman, greatly appreciated."

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Jericho nods at the offer. Either he or Parti could easily pay but the gesture is much appreciated. "Thank you, Mister Pushkin. And Pru it's just that I like to be able to taste something other than my tastebuds dying." He flashes Partisan a grin and, Dmitri may well note, his is quite literally glimmer in amusement.

Which is a minor point of interest, the fact that they're almost entirely amber in color and he doesn't appear to be wearing contacts.

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A slight look of curiosity at the oddly colored eyes is all that Dmitri really can give. It's rude to stare, for sure, especially when it's someone else who could just as easily be in a situation similar to his own. This whole time he hasn't really eaten his own Hamburger cheese, letting it sit and cool while indulging in the joys of conversation, but he does chime in. "Leave the spicy foods to those with more adventurous taste buds," trying to agree with Jericho, but managing to give himself a slight paper cut while counting out the tab.

For a single moment some of the technology in the surrounding area begins to act up phones going off, the electronic order board flickering, but it's only for a brief instant, as Dmitri goes for a bandage.

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Partisan raises a brow, but doesn't actually say a word on the affair. "Human beings are animals bred for a adventure, denial helps nobody and nothing. I believe Musashi said something about this, something about going to places where the common breed of man refuses?"Nose twitching just a moment, but it's all well and good honestly as she can't smell much over her cigarettes.

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Jericho seems quite content to pick at the remains of his meal. "Had you had much opportunity to travel to the States before, Mister Pushkin? If not, how are you liking your stay in New York?" This city is used to high profile visitors so if ever he's going to get a good impression it'd probably be here.

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"I've had a chance to catch up with some old friends" Dmitri explains, smiling once again. "It's been an enlightening experience to say the least, in these first few days," There's a low buzzing ring from Dimitri's pocket playing Gosudarstvenny Gimn SSSR, and without even checking it he knows who it is. He doesn't drop the smile, but comes back to a stand having not really had the chance to even bite into his burger. "That's the Ambassador, I'm sorry to cut this short, but if you ever need me," he drops down a paper card from his shirt pocket with a phone number and name listed on the side.


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