Chuuya & OTA
Chuuya was no stranger to loss, being in the mafia and all. Well Irina hadn't died like many of his friends and subordinates, she was no longer here. And when someone was gone, he moved on as quickly as possible. He threw himself into work and going on missions. But this time it was a little different because not only was he not in the mafia here, he was in love with that damn Babushka and still is. He acted like he was fine and he was a damn good actor too. The only way one could tell something was off was he smoked more often, but he did that in private.
That was where he had been doing just before he entered the museum, stubbing out the cigarette with his shoe as he walked in. He was dressed in a nice suit and he glanced around for a moment, thinking the decor was quite nice. He turned his eyes - now dull and lifeless - and turned just in time to grab a flute of champagne just as a waiter walked by.