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	The taller of the two men that were trying to gain entry to the estate let out a sigh of relief as Virginia came up to the door. They had been given a description of the lady before they had left and he seriously doubted anyone else could have fit it. She nearly looked like a walking Soulless with how pale she was. 

	"Ahh! Lady Crypt! Dah, ve have urgent message for you," he said as he handed over the sealed letter. 

	The shorter of the two nodded in agreement. "Dah, dah. Ve come from great circus! The Great Bahzooli told us to make sure to deliver vith much haste," the other said. "Ve stay for nov? You need send message back? Hurry if do, ve must return. Grand Duchess need us. Know Grand Duchess?" 

	Groaning the taller one looked at his compatriot. "Перестаньте разговаривать!"

	"Зачем?"

	The taller one planted his face into the palm dragging it downward with a rather over the top groan. It was more than evident that whoever these people were, they had to be associated with Vlad. No movement they made didn't scream [i]put the spotlight on me.[/i]

	"Please excuse him, he is learning," the taller one said which only made the shorter one roll his eyes. "But dah, he is right. Ve stay for letter? You vish to ansver?"

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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Adam looked confused but that didn't stop him from changing the subject. Slipping off the bed he moved slowly over towards Vlad and tugged on his pant leg gently. He looked up at the flamboyant Russian and bit on his bottom lip slightly. "Sir, is there food?" he asked before motioning that he wanted to whisper something in the man's ear. [i]"Want to get some food for the princess. She needs to eat, she has thin s I am. Princesses shouldn't be so thin, should look healthy,"[/i] he whispered as he tried not to draw attention to himself. Granted if he didn't want to draw attention to himself it would have probably been better to ask Mary instead of the man that was constantly acting as if he was in front of a crowd of thousands he needed to entertain. 

	Elizaveta's attention however had not been taken away from Constantin. [color=a187be]"Ha, so veak. Visions did alvays take their toll on you. Your feet may be tough but your mind needs more time in books. Steel trap it is not,"[/color] Veta teased. It may have sounded cruel to say something like that to one who had just been so obviously caught off guard by the skill, especially from someone who had gone through the very same the night before but that was just how it was. Elizaveta and Constantin were always going at each other like this. Tit for tat as it were. It was how they functioned. Elizaveta cared deeply for the man, they had nearly grown up together. He'd pull at her curls, she kick him in the shin, then they would laugh and eat a meal together. It was just how they worked. 

	When Mary spoke up though was when Veta's attention turned. Thinking on it before her lips parted to speak. [color=a187be]"Dat girl last night. Vhat vas her name? Miss Vyndham? Vas she not engaged last night? I sav in the soldiers eyes her, so much pain. Could be about her? Dah?"[/color] she asked Mary. Elizaveta did not know the people of London well enough to be able to put pieces together fully but the engagement announcement had been a very large part of the evening before the Soulless attacked.