Subject: Conversations Who: Sergius Petrov Where: His house Warnings: Probably some bad language, but to be added as necessary Open to: Beth Downing and Sebastian Pleasence.
It was only a few hours until dawn by the time Sergius' carriage pulled up outside his house. The party, he felt, had been a success, and whether is was because of the flowing wine or because of Beth's charms, even Lord Hurst had been polite and almost jovial to the Russian by the end of the evening. Of course, Lord Hurst may have simply thought he had got, as the English said, one over the Russian by sneaking away with Beth, assuming that Sergius had similar designs on her. It would have pleased Hurst to think that, in some small way, he was getting back at his blackmailer.
He stepped into the house, loosing his cravat and taking a cigar from the little box on the shelf below the hallway mirror, clipping and lighting it. A sucessful evening deserved a celebratory cigar. "You both escaped the evening unscathed?" He called into the sitting room, deciding to bring the carved box with him and setting it on the little table, before settling into his armchair. "So, what news have you got me?"