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[Nobodyman123]

Berlin, Germany

Wagner was always a big ticket in Germany, especially now that the man himself was dead. Will had liked the opera, but his mother adored it, so father always got tickets to the Deutches Theater when they had a good opera. One of the many perks of being King of Prussia, I assume. Will thought to himself.

The theater was packed and Germans both wealthy and powerful arrived in their droves. Though many could afford fancier mods of transport, many of the wealthiest came in carriages, including Will and his family, along with bodyguard Dmitri.

"What do you think, old boy? You expecting trouble?" Will said to the tall Russian.

[FourtyTwo]

Dmitri looked to Willhelm, knowing full well this was Prince Wilhelm Hohenzollern of Germany, the best client he had gone through in a long while. Since his arrival in Europe, he had served a French diplomat, and then the Austro-Hungarian Minister of Finance. He had found work quite easily, surprisingly- he was an outsider, and what he did, he did well at- with this perhaps his biggest job yet, but one that he knew that perhaps Wilhelm respected of Dmitri, knowing that they were both militaristic in some ways. Dmitri did that- he protected people. And as much as he knew that the politics between Russia and Germany had fallen apart in the last few years, things had changed. France wanted to be friendly with Russia, and likewise, Germany found itself isolated and turning away from the Russians. Chancellors had changed, from Bismarck to Caprivi. And Friedrich, despite some illnesses, was doing well. He had his own guards, but Dmitri was Wilhelm's, and knew that at any time, things could change. Men would want him dead, and as much as Dmitri knew that as a lookout for the Okhrana back home, killing the very man he protected would be something he would not want, even if war arose. He was simply just a listener, just a man who maybe once or twice, sent a telegram of what he heard from this member of the German Royal Family.

For now, the theater was filling up. In the carriage, Dmitri looked over to Wilhelm, checking the sword by his side, the Naval Cutlass he so dearly loved, and his Nagant in a hidden holster by his ribs. His black duffel, and bald head, combined with his beard, was something that perhaps seemed to be too Russian in it's look, but was what any respectable Russian would look like. He was a personification of hardship, work and testosterone. Probably.
"No, not tonight, Wilhelm. There should be no trouble, but I will keep my eyes wide open for anything. It is busy tonight." Dmitri said, looking out the side of the carriage, aware that he was on friendly terms with the Prince, and as a Bodyguard, was probably chosen for looks, as well as maybe personality, rather than the full ability to defend.
"I would expect that the opera tonight shall be excellent. I prefer Mussorgsky myself, but we are yet to have the standard of theaters like you have here in Berlin." Dmitri simply said, as he sat up, adjusting his coat a little as he looked over to the young reagent, aware that he was still a significant figure, despite the fact he would not likely be the Kaiser for years to come, and was a minor reagent in the scheme of things.