At that same moment, a sedan with dark-tinted windows drove out of the town. If rasputin had gauged Dianna correctly, she would first focus on the unassuming town. It had been a small task to set a false trail for his pursuer. Simply dress some hobo up like him, and the fracas that was likely tofollow would most likely either put the dragon on the public's hit list or else simply waste quite a lot of her time. It was no matter, by the time it was sorted out, he would already be flying back home, to Moscow.

He turned to his driver "Step on it man, you don't want to be here when my pursuer catches up. All hell is going to break loose." The driver nodded to indicate he understood what was desired and ran the next red light they encountered. Sure, it was breaking the law, but it was less risky than going against master rasputin. Rasputin himself now turned to his personal asisstant. "So, Igorovitch, is the plane flying back home ready for departure?"

Igorovitch turned to his boss rather fearfully. "Sir, I couldn't arrange for an exit so fast, we'll have to wait till the airport traffic control allows us on the runway... It oculd take an hour, possibly more and..." His words were cut off by Rasputin louldly shushing. "Igorovitch the fourth... need I remind you what happens when people fail me? perhaps I should tell you about Igorovitch the first through the third again to remind you."

Igorovitch flinched. "A bribe then sir?" He proposed. Rasputin nodded, he was feeling generous today. "Yes, grease some palms, I'll give you something to work with today." He said. He sighed, it was quite hard work leading his minions to do good work. But it was all worth it when he could relax with what he wanted in hand. That being a bottled dragon today. He looked at her again, it seemed the poor thing had worn herself out trying to break out. "Ah, you have no idea how precious you are to me." He continued looking at the bottle, :aking sure its contents remained firmly inside.