Nikolai Leonidovich Skalov // Jaime Lannister (ser_jaime) wrote in doorslogs,
He closed the door behind him and slipped the card key into his pocket. There was no way he could say that he'd entered the wrong room because he knew that these rectangular white sheets acted like keys that would only open specific doors. Nor could he say he worked here - he wasn't dressed like the others.
He'd rather not have to slice the Russian's female companion into two, so he might just have to talk his way out of this.
"I'm a friend of Kolya's." His non-existent right hand was buried inside his pants' pocket and he placed his bundle of things on the nearest table to free up his left hand.
"We were to lunch together but I suppose with the bizarre things going on, I should have assumed to make another appointment."