Nadya's smile slipped a fraction of an inch. It was her first day in the Coconut Husk, and her first — her very first! — customer was none other than her future-ex-Headmaster. Her smile slipped again, settling into a flat line. She had been hoping for a stranger. She did not want to see Oliver, despite the fact that... well, yes, she did want to see him. She would have been fine with some nameless person, who she could serve and take money from and eventually kick out when she was ready to close up.
But she got Igor-fucking-Karkaroff instead. Of course.
"I'll save you the trouble of looking that over," she mentioned, reaching for a bottle of vodka. It was the easiest liquor to mix with anything, a classic Russian favorite, and (most importantly) the closest bottle to her hand. "Straight or mixed?"