Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-24510587-20160201173114

(Warfare has changed an awful lot. Thanks to WWI, war has made some very gruesome changes.)

Heinrich stood up, took a deep breath, and left the crew quarters. He could no doubt learn who were going to be assigned with Zekoff during the parlay.

Indeed, as he stepped inside the large mess hall, it wasn't hard to find those responsible for the administration aboard the Stalin. "Ah, Irelov!" Heinrich said as he approached a man in his early fourties with a nose that was so flat, it looked like a steamroller had driven over it. "How are you on this fine day?"

"Privet, Gehring," Irelov responded, with an expression that showed he wasn't quite in the mood for conversation. "Is there something you need? I do not have time for idle chatter."

"I was just looking for some company," Heinrich said nonchalantly. "But you look very stressed, so I won't waste your time. May I ask what you are so busy with?"

Irelov grunted. "Admiral Zekoff's planned trip to the Quetzel requires a lot of work."

"I see," Heinrich said. For a short moment, both remained silent. "I know what you need to get your mind off work," Heinrich suddenly said. "How about a drink? I have some fine vodka in my locker."

Irelov considered this for a moment. "No, I shouldn't," he finally said, with a doubting look on his face.

"Ah, come on!" Heinrich pressed. "Even you need some distraction every once in a while."

After a moment, Irelov gave in. "Very well," he smiled. "Just one drink."