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[molokovcocktail]

The bar was not a particularly nice one by any stretch of the imagination - the furniture had seen better days and the waitresses were clearly bored and incompetent to boot. The only possible reason to come in here would be to get thoroughly drunk as quickly as possible. Unfortunately that was not an option for Molokov tonight. He was meeting a

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[makeitlegend]

Klaus loves these shady little joints, to be perfectly honest. They remind him of the back rooms in the 20s, during prohibition, where gin was made in bathtubs and everyone knew how to really have a good time.

Molokov has a reputation, of course. Not only in the chess world, but in the KGB as being a particularly ruthless individual. And Klaus likes ruthless individuals.

He slides into the booth with a smile and offers his hand, "Good evening, Comrade."

[molokovcocktail]

"Ah, Niklaus Mikhailovitch," Molokov greeted him as he shook his hand firmly. "It is a pleasure to meet you at last. I have heard so many wonderful things of you."

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"Have you really? I must be doing something wrong, then." A firm hand shake is an indicator of the sort of person one is working with, and Klaus approves of Molokov's.

"Please, if we're to be working together, call me Nik."

[molokovcocktail]

"I think, perhaps, that depends on your definition of wrong," Molokov answered, a sly grin on his face. "Nik."