As the woman turned to face him Nikolai first noted the pistol in her hand, his reflexes kicked in. He straightened himself, balling his right hand into a fist. He left it at his side however as she nimbly emptied the weapon of it's rounds before proffering it to him.

[i]"Know much about guns, Nikolai?"[/i] she inquired. She was beautiful, his mother had been right about that. She had tightly braided hair, and dark eyes that complemented her pale skin.

He looked at the proffered weapon again, 'You're asking the son of Russia's largest weapon merchant whether or not he knows about guns?' He raised an inquisitive eyebrow before taking the weapon. Looking Anastasiya in the eyes he reloaded the weapon in a few fluid motions. He then walked to the table  the pistol had come from, placing it on the top. '10 seconds' he said closing his eyes.

Then Nikolai's hands were a blur darting all over the weapon, first he field stripped the whole thing taking apart all of the components as though he were about to clean it. Then eyes still closed he assembled the weapon and placed it on the table.

He checked his pocket watch, 'Hmm, I was wrong' he paused '8 seconds'. He smiled and turned back to Anastasiya, 'So I take it you're Anastasiya then?'