1692 Thunder Road, Saturday evening

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Ivanov was still, well, Ivanov. Still getting distracted by mirrors and the occasional need to scratch himself too often. He felt off-balance and twitchy, and hoped that Toshiko had been right and this would all wear off soon

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Bella knew that Ivanova was off. She smiled to herself as she walked along. Her thumb was better and she had taken the bandage off. Her nail was black underneath.

She came up the front walk and stopped, there was a man sitting there. "Hello." She said spying him.

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"Hey, Trixie," the dark-haired Russian answered, saluting with the bottle.

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She stopped immediately. "Hello." Her hand went casually to her pocket where her wand was kept. A total stranger knowing her name was usually not a good thing.

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"It's me, Trixie. Ivanova." He paused. "Well, I guess it's Ivanov now."