[For Michael]

[molokovcocktail]

His business concluded for the moment, Alexander Molokov is taking a bit of a well-earned rest at one of the many cafes dotting the boardwalk. The service is commendable, the food excellent, and most importantly, it's placed at a good vantage point. He can easily observe everyone passing through and make a quick exit, if necessary

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[just_oneman]

Michael doesn't have a lot of time to wander around and do nothing lately, and what little he does get is usually spent in his apartment, obsessing over something or other. But since Sam and Fiona don't seem to understand the difference between his apartment and their own places, here he is. Wandering. Not that it stops the obsessing, of course.

And speaking of Michael's obsessions.... Not that Molokov is an obsession, of course, or ever has been. Really.

The thing about places where it's easy to observe is it can mean being easily observed at well. So it's not difficult to spot a familiar face in a cafe. It doesn't take more than a moment to decide to stop.

"Hi."

[molokovcocktail]

"Mr. Westen," Molokov replies, allowing a warm smile to briefly cross his face. It's not that he's fond of the man, oh no. Spies don't do such things, certainly not spies who have been playing the Game as long as he has.

"How are you?"

[just_oneman]

"I'm alright." He smiles, holding the chairback in front of him and leaning against it. "And you?"

[molokovcocktail]

"Very well," Molokov answers. He takes a sip of his tea then gestures to the chair Michael is leaning on. "Please, won't you join me?"