[color=teal][sub][i]January 12 2079[/i][/sub][/color][hr]
[Colour=lightgray]“[/colour][colour=B56A7B]Dzagoev! Artem, hurry up and disconnect the on-board navigation. Pull it all out! Now![/colour][Colour=lightgray]” There was a moment, born in panic, in which Artem saw Varya instinctively react. In those moments there is nothing fake, nothing manufactured. You see the person stripped bare. 

A new puckish grin curled his lips. Artem nonchalantly waltzed around the car and popped the hood, eyes fixed to Varya as she scrambled her way into the dashboard electronics. With a flick of a switch and pull of a plug Artem disconnected the power source to the vehicle, shutting down any attempts the virus might have made. Lent against the wheel cavity Artem looked to Varya with a simper.[/colour]

[Colour=lightgray]“[/colour][colour=Teal]The virus will still be in there, you'll have to separate the chip set.[/colour][Colour=lightgray]” Glancing at his hands rolling a rag over his wet hands he chuckled to himself. “[/colour][colour=Teal]Looks like a bigger job than we hoped eh?[/colour][Colour=lightgray]”

Since Varya was the software technician the virus wouldn't strictly add to Artem's workload, he could deice the car and be on his merry way but it wasn't the best approach to take to a new acquaintance at work, so he thought. He would reluctantly have to struggle along pretending to understood the jargon.

His first instinct was to reach for a cigarette, alas patting at his pocket Artem could feel the flat packet offer no resistance. Hiding his bad habits from Oleg took its toll. With a sigh he peered at the newly revealed engine, with raised eyebrow he pressed, pulled and prodded before a fortunate reluctance crossed his face.

“[/colour][colour=Teal]Engine needs work anyway. Compressor has seen better days. These rich people think they can leave their cars in the snow and it wont seize up.[/colour][Colour=lightgray]”

Artem ducked his brow, looking at Varya through the hood slit. It seemed he would have to endure yet more snarky questions from Varya, perhaps more so now their situation had worsened. Yet Artem, with a slight smirk to himself, was quite alright with that eventuality. He found her adolescent jibes quite funny and enjoyed the practice of returning what was served.[/colour]