Azrael had been nursing the same cup of tea for about an hour. It had long gone cold, but it was more for something to do with his hands while he waited for their contact to arrive. He wasn't sure how this meeting was going to go, but he had hope.
He watched Svetlana jump from her seat and embrace the woman, and he didn't speak very good Russian, but he knew it had to be good. "Nice to meet you," he said in Russian, because he could at least manage that.