And they did cast lots which of them should go...
In one corner, there is Fiona, who has recovered, more or less, from the strange events of earlier. Whether that's a good thing is entirely debatable, as she is curled up on a couch, sketching away in her notebook.
Svetlana is near the fireplace, feeling very restless and in need of something to do. She's persuing a cookbook in the hopes she'll find something to inspire her.
Over in the bar is the resident KGB agent. Molokov is nursing a vodka and staring at the counter. He knows he's not the same man he was when he first came into the Inn. He's been thinking about that, and frankly? It terrifies him.
Feel free to bother any and all - they can certainly use the distraction.
Svetlana is near the fireplace, feeling very restless and in need of something to do. She's persuing a cookbook in the hopes she'll find something to inspire her.
Over in the bar is the resident KGB agent. Molokov is nursing a vodka and staring at the counter. He knows he's not the same man he was when he first came into the Inn. He's been thinking about that, and frankly? It terrifies him.
Feel free to bother any and all - they can certainly use the distraction.