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Marlowe stands in the living room, hands in his pockets and studying the ceiling. If he listens, he can hear Aife (or rather, Alisa) and Sascha talking and plotting. Alisa Vladimirevna is too much, really.

Mary Anne?

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"I'm more of a Nicholas than a Christof." His soft voice is flat.

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She just smiles.

"Never said it didn't suit. It's just...unexpected."

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Nicholas Sergeyevich Zoshchenko, otherwise known as Marlowe, just looks at her. Suspiciously, with older brother paranoia.

Sascha hides a laugh with a cough.

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Mary Anne turns her smile on Sascha.

"And you're the one I have to thank for helping my daughter."

The smile softens, becomes a touch more serious. "Thank you so very much. I had no idea where she'd gone and...to say I was tearing my hair out is an understatement. I'm in your debt."

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Sascha looks at her, and although the kindess and good-humour is still there, he looks more serious now.

"My pleasure, comrade." He doesn't say 'no problem', or 'no need' - he bribed a guard in public, dismissed him in public, and those things do not go unnoticed. But.

Even KGB, he is what he is.

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She nods.

"If there comes a time when you need a favor, let me know."

He saved her daughter.

This thing will not go unnoticed.

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He nods.

"She is in the kitchen, presumably eavesdropping."

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Mary Anne can't help smirking.

"No 'presumably' about it. You alright, honey?" she asks, pitching her voice to carry.

"Fine, Mom," Aife says, peering around Sascha.

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"Must run in the family."

Marlowe shoots Sascha an amused glance. "You're a fine one to talk."