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[h2]Katya Voss[/h2][/center]

Katya placed the empty glass on the counter between them two. She reached for his hand for a friendly shake, noticing the multiple calluses present once contact was made. Years of hard labor, she assumed. "The honor and pleasure's all mine," Katya smiled, "I ain't going to stop singing you praises anytime soon...payback for saving my life-"

A moment later her brother walzted in; Katya's mood instantly dropping. The way he casually complimented her nearly set her off, as if she didn't have a weapon pressed against her head a minute ago. "They won't be back, period. Do what you gotta do and rid them from my life...and this bar too." Katya was only a few years older than her brother, yet he rarely held her in high regard. He never listened, and that put a strain on their relationship.

"If it wasn't for this man right here I could have been good as dead." She turned on her heel, a stern talking to wouldn't stop her from preparing the promised drink. "You wouldn't have raised a finger before that man killed me," she took a jab. Maybe not well-deserved, but she was angry enough. "I want you out for good, or at the least until you handle your business entirely." Katya didn't meet his eyes, focusing instead on pouring measured amounts of alcohol on the glass between her and Dorian.