@serdtsefought | Luka & Natasha
The bars just off of Little Garden Street were rife with potential clients. Grusha never dared venture so close to the Nevsky Prospekt military installment; Dominkia preferred the docks. But Natasha had been in the business too long to fear soldiers. Many of them were willing to turn a blind eye to her work - or a lascivious one - because she ran a fairly reputable prostitution ring (if you could call three girls a ring) and did her job well and for a reasonable price. The bartender won’t throw her out either; he’d been friends with her grandfather. He knows her in a different way than her clients know her body. He knows that this is how she can get by, since the Cheka raids destroyed her tavern and brothel. She tries not to think of loss, but instead of gain. She presses her rouged lips together and scans the room.
She spots a familiar form down the bar. She licks her teeth before approaching.
She knows him - not Biblically, yet - but he is a first lieutenant at the Nevsky Prospekt Division. He’s one of many underlings who serve the high-and-mighty General Vaganov. Always kind to her, this lieutenant walks her personally to the general’s office when she comes with weekly reports. He has a lilting, laughing voice, and eyes that sparkle. Natasha thinks that if she can part him from a few coins, she can give him a night that’s a little more then routine.
She touches his arm and stands in front of him.
“Lt. Mikhailov,” she purrs. She cocks a brow and smiles, brazen enough to put a hand to his chest. “Nice to see you out of uniform... Think I can help you out of your suit too tonight?”
