[color=ed1c24][b][h3]Dmitri Pavlovich[/h3][/b][/color]

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[color=8882be][i]Dmitri was not in any mood to explain himself, and almost shot the girl where she stood and left the body for the mafia boys inside to deal with. Instead he rolled hi window down, so she look down the barrel of his new PP-2000, though he didn't bother to peel his glower away from the road in front of him. He snapped at her in the same flat, sullen tone.[/i][/color] [color=ed1c24]"Don't ask questions you can't afford to know the answer to kid. Get lost, or if you think you're up for it, get in, but be quick about it before I turn you into dog food."[/color] [color=8882be][i]Dmitr waited for Anya to sit down and buckle up, they would be in a bit of hurry to get there and it'd be a simpler, and safer, ride if she buckled up. If the new girl wanted in, she'd have to hop in before Anya buckled up, or she'd get left on the curb. Dmitri revved his engine, to drown out any verbal response the girl might have attempted. Even if it had occurred to him, just how suspicious the whole situation may seem, he wouldn't give rat's arse especially considering the days events. Besides, as a mafia man it was far easier to explain away a taste in young girls than it was to explain away vampires and demons and god damned Solomons.[/i][/color]