[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1]Tatiana Korvo[/h1][/color]
[b]Location:[/b][i]Front Steps Of The Henderson Estate[/i]
[b]Interacting With: [/b][i]Marisol, Abel & Wyatt[/i][hr][hr][/center]


	Tatiana stood there, well half stood there as she was doubled roaring with laughter over her little prank on her driver. She did so enjoy messing with the minds of those that just assumed ones status in life and she found that here in the states that was rather simple. A thin female Russian in furs seemed to always draw up images of some long lost princess or the daughter of some Russian Mobster. Never just a simple tattoo artist with a penchant for romance novels and day dreams.

	Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the newest arrivals and straightened her posture as she watched the small furball bound out and into the snow. A gentle smile came to her lips as she saw Leo and Marisol. A hand came up as she waved to the duo.

	[color=a187be]"I smell trouble,"[/color] she called out playfully in her thick Russian accent as she pulled off her sunglasses, folding them and sticking them into the pocket of her coat. A mischievous grin played on her lips and her eyes sparkled with thoughts of just what her and Marisol could get into this year. She was behind in the number collection after all, she would need to see what she could do to pull ahead this year.

	Tatianas plans to approach the siblings was quickly cut short as the jalopy pulled up and parked. A brow arched and she grimaced slightly as the engines sputter came to her ears. Her bottom lip rolls in and was bitten softly between her pearly teeth, from the looks of the car it was a miracle it had made it to the estate without catching on fire or breaking down on the side of the road.

	Seeing Wyatt climb out she chuckle softly, she should have guessed it was him. Her smile faded somewhat as he walked over to her. He looked a wreck; clothing and hair disheveled, not to mention the ragged expression on his face and half hearted grin.

	[color=a187be]"You look like crap,"[/color] she said in a concerned voice as she quickly rummaged through her purse and pulled out a cigarette to hold out to him; taking note that one wasn't screwed between his lips like usual. [color=a187be]"Vhen vas last time you slept? Halloveen?"[/color] she asked as her head tilted to the side slightly; standing there holding out the cigarette and a lighter to him.

	Her attention turned momentarily over towards Abel as he came crunching up towards the manor, wondering where his car was; at least where the taxi or driver were. Why on earth would he be walking in this weather and trudging trough the snow like that. When he brushed passed and made his quip about Arizona she smirked slightly.

	[color=a187be]"Ve missed you too Abel,"[/color] she called out sarcastically before looking back over towards Wyatt and sighing softly. [color=a187be]"Come on, let's get inside,"[/color] she said softly as she pulled off her trapper hat and plopped it onto his head.