FOR: @sofiedekker WHERE: The Basement.
Svetlana had been here before.
Lisette, prior to this...adventure, had sat in that very chair. While that had been more business related, this time...it was personal. It might've been absurd to some, but once Sveta got something in her head, it wasn't going anywhere. Not unless she dealt directly with it head on. Images of Pavel, and...her. It might've been a thing of the past, and had they not crossed paths -- she would've never thought about this woman again?
But in the same city? There were some chances Sveta would never take.
Pavel was hers.
Heels clicking against concrete, she peered down at the woman before her, hair matted, tied to a rusted-metal chair in the center of a near-concrete room. It was her favorite setting: the loss of time, and the loss of sunlight was always an added favorite of hers. Off in the distance, the sound of water could be heard dripping against a metal pipe: the smell of damp stuffing itself up her nose.
"Wake the fuck up," Sveta snapped a moment later. "You don't have all day." a sardonic smile slipping over nude painted lips.
