[center][color=red][h2]-Mishka Demidov-[/h2][/color][/center]

Mishka continued grinning at the little guy as he was practically begging for his life. It was funny considering she had no intention of hurting him. Well, not physically atleast. She wasnt that mean. Atleast, not always. Wait, was he actually praying. Now that's just sad. Mishka looked around and saw that they were gathering a small crowd. What? Were they expecting a fight or something? She was not going to harm this little guy, she wasnt a schoolyard bully... The only thing she wanted from him was just an appology... Okay she might have been teasing him a tiny bit and-

Suddenly a loud crack was heard. Luckily for Graham Mishka wasnt phased at all by the loud noise. This meant that Graham would be able to pray to his gods another day. 

Apparently the cause of the loud sound was a teacher, the teacher for Mishka's first class. He didnt seem to pleased with her holding Graham like this. He too thought that they were fighting. Mishka looked at him in a slightly disinterested fashion as she sighed, still lifting Graham. [color=red]"I know that fighting is not allowed sir and so we are not fighting. I am just asking for an appology and decided to lift him up so we could talk face-to-face. Nothing wrong with that is the-"[/color] 

This was ofcourse the moment where Graham decided to open his mouth and make a comment about Mishka's Russian roots. Now, dont get me wrong, Mishka was quite patriotic about her country. She was not ashamed to come from the Russian Motherland, infact, she was proud of it. But the way Graham replied made it almost sound like he was mocking her, mocking Mother Russia.

Even as Graham was claiming that he didnt mean it like that, Mishka just froze for a moment, almost as if she wasnt really able to process that comment. Her grip on Graham's head, which had been gentle up until now, tightened. After a few seconds she slowly turned her head to Graham, her eyes which were first filled with a mischievous shine were now hollow. If looks could kill, this one would have the effect of a tactical nuke.

She blinked several times and started grinning. This grin seemed far more sinister then the one she had before. [color=red]"I beg your pardon?"[/color] was all she would say to him. Internally Mishka knew that this would not solve the problem. Hell, she knew she overreacted. But somehow she lost control over her actions.

And deep down, she kind of liked it too.