So, the KGB Agent and an Ex-IRA Operative walk into the Inn...
Fiona is perched on a huge comfy chair near the fireplace, an extremely trashy magazine in her hands. She is not so much reading as she is people-watching, and any distraction would be happily welcomed.
Over in the bar, Molokov is indulging in a plate of kotmis satsivi. He is also reading, and making faces about what he's reading. Talking to him would take his mind off the monstrosity that is Les Miserables.
Over in the bar, Molokov is indulging in a plate of kotmis satsivi. He is also reading, and making faces about what he's reading. Talking to him would take his mind off the monstrosity that is Les Miserables.