06-09-2013, 01:33 AM
*the next day*
Zehira escorted a man up to Charles' office and left him with the secretary, glancing back at him with some anxiety. She disliked foreign agents and was happy enough to leave him.
Alexei Rodchenkov smiled warmly at the woman behind the desk. "I'm here to meet with Mr. Endeavor, if he's available." His voice had a very thick Russian accent, though to look at him one wouldn't know his origins: With skin the color of coffee with just a little cream and dark brown eyes, he didn't resemble his fellow countrymen.
Of course, this was fine by him.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?