At a pub in Sevastopol, a rather severe looking woman is slowly circling a drink stirrer in a glass that mostly seems to contain vodka and little else. Her steely eyes are slowly moving across the room, looking for something or someone.
A woman, draped in a coat with an apparently atrophied arm in a sling, pushes her ways into the pub. She looks around the room, eyes finally lighting on the severe woman and beginning to make her way over.
"<You were expecting someone,>" Tatyana says with a bemused eyebrow raise as she stands next to the seat opposite the other woman. "<One would think you've become good at dealing with the unexpected.>"
Tatyana laughs and sits down, motioning for a drink, "<She was retaliating for a misguided mission, one that was executed, poorly I might add, by...>" She looks around the room, "<227A targeting 227B.>"
"<We did. We placed them both with a good family. Both got excellent training. Svetlana is a valued agent, even if she bites off more than she can chew.>"
Tatyana sips at her drink, "<You say that, but she was an active member of the Brotherhood of Mutants for a while. Our information currently puts her in the United Kingdom at that university.>"
Tatyana shrugs, "<Do what you want, but you know the organization will retrieve her or destroy her. And next time they try, it won't be Svetlana running the operation. It will be someone more competent.>"
"<Ah yes. A second localized ice age,>" she says with a chuckle, finishing the rest of her drink. "<But as you say, she doesn't need you in her life, so what do you care what the organization does in regards to her?>"
"<The organization likes to see some return on investment,>" she says, standing and tossing some money on the table. "<They received more than their money's worth out of you, but a lot of effort went into developing those two.>"