[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1]Tatiana Korvo[/h1][/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [i]Arriving at the Henderson Estate[/i]
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [i]Her Driver[/i]

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	The sun was just breaking the horizon and the light spilled through even the tinted windows of the dark sedan that Tatiana had hired to bring her to the estate from the airport. After the nearly last twenty-four hours she had spent plane jumping from one transfer to another from Tokyo back to the States, the last thing she had wanted was to spend time behind the wheel of anything.

	Stretched out in the back seat she groaned deeply, the orange and crimson hues flooding her senses, as her arm came up and covered her features. The partition between her and the driver slowly rolled down, the sound of classical Christmas music pouring in to her ears caused a grimace to come to her full lips.

	[color=a187be]"Vklyuchite eto der'mo ot!"[/color] she grumbled as she wrapped her slender fingers over the leather headrest and pulled herself to a seat position.

	"Ma'am?" the driver asked confused in a thick southern drawl.

	[color=a187be]"Turn off music,"[/color] Tatiana retorted in an equally thick Russian accent as she looked around the floor of the car until she found her large lensed sunglasses and slipped them on to protect her eyes from the bright light that had dared to wake her.

	"Oh, of course, sorry Ma'am," the driver replied, quickly doing as she wished. "That's a beautiful accent, where you from?"

	[color=a187be]"Russia,"[/color] she answered as she placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it; taking a long pull from it as she relaxed against the back of the seat. 

	Glancing out the window and ignoring the rest of whatever the driver went on about; especially the part about how there was no smoking allowed in the car. Tatiana figured she was paying good money for the ride so they could afford fabreeze to get the smell out.

	The car pulled down the long driveway of the estate and a small smile tugged at the corner of Tatianas lips seeing it finally. It had been a long journey from Japan to get here but she was excited. There were several she couldn't wait to see but at least one she was not looking forward to. This was going to be interesting.

	"Wow, what a place. Yours?" the driver asked ignorantly. Tatiana smirked slightly and nodded.

	[color=a187be]"Yes, I Russian princess, descendent of Anatasia. This is father's vacation home,"[/color] she said proudly as she dropped the half smoked cigarette in the now cold Starbucks coffee cup.

	"Really?" the driver asked excitedly as he pulled to a stop in front of the main entrance.

	[color=a187be]"No, idjit. I not serious,"[/color] she laughed as she tossed a roll of rubberbanded money in his lap. [color=a187be]"Father Russian Mafia."[/color]

	"Is this drug money?" he exclaimed looking half shocked and half impressed. Tatiana pulled the rim of her sun glasses down and winked before slipping out the car.

	Tatiana stood up, adorned in pale thick cotton leggings, knee high white fur cuffed leather boots, a fitted cream colored pea coat and her classic trapper hat pulled down over the fiery hair that spilled out down her back.

	[color=a187be]"Vhere,oh vhere are my wittle munchkins?"[/color] she called out as the driver unloaded her luggage from the trunk of the car quickly before speeding off without another word; leaving Tatiana standing there as she held her stomach laughing sadistically.