[center][h2][color=skyblue]Natasha Burkova[/color] - The Penalty Box[/h2][/center]

The bar grew silent as the intruder opened the doors. All eyes were upon the new man as he approached, with the majority of the people present casually moving their hands to be in position for a shootout. Nobody drew their weapons but it was obvious by looking that they were all armed, or at least most of them were. Natasha herself did not make such movements, instead taking another sip from her glass of beer. As the Italian greeted her, one of the young men sitting at the bar stood up and walked to the "employees only" door nearby, exiting the room without a word. Two of Natasha's guards stood up from their seats and slowly made their way around the table they sat at, positioning themselves between everyone else and the front door as they took new seats. The obvious changes in demeanor and positioning were indicators of defense. There would be no way this new man could leave alive if the Russians desired.

Natasha herself, on the other hand, was quite calm and had no immediate changes in her outward demeanor. She always had an intimidating and frosty atmosphere about her and there was no discernible change with the newcomer. After taking one more sip from her drink she finally responded. [b][color=skyblue]"<Sent by your employer,>"[/color][/b] she repeated, matching the Russian language this Italian man was capable of speaking. [b][color=skyblue]"<I have twenty minutes. Who do you work for, what do they want, and what do I get in return?>"[/color][/b] Of course she was direct and to the point. Nobody that would track her down in this manner for a meeting would be talking about any of the legitimate businesses that she runs. It was obvious that this man's boss wanted to make some kind of deal with the Bratva in Denver, otherwise they wouldn't go to her. [b][color=skyblue]"<It would've been better to meet me at my office in the evening if you wanted to talk business.>"[/color][/b] The older man poured another glass of beer and approached the Italian man. [b][color=silver]"Drink."[/color][/b] The drink wasn't tampered with, though Alexander's gesture was threatening nonetheless.

Whether the Italian took the glass or not, the old Russian set the drink down on the nearest table to the man before retreating back behind the bar counter again. Natasha finally finished her glass and set it down, now being able to give her undivided attention to the unnamed man. [b][color=skyblue]"<I do not get much time to relax, so I would appreciate if you don't waste my time. Understand?>"[/color][/b]