Gold, Women, Casino, Gambling.

That was the only way the newly opened Casino could present itself to the high society, and, to be fair, that was a tad bit stereotypical. What did you have to do for the night? Oh right, write a report for the higher ups. But what are you doing now? Drinking champagne in a tight dress while looking around for intel just to make it known that even if Igor Grom got thrown away from the case, you will keep your hand halfway in this whole 'Plague Doctor' thing.

"Miss." Igor steps behind you, slowly wrapping an arm around your waist and catching your right hand with his other. He looked into your eyes, giving you a look that said 'play along with me', or at least hoping that you wouldn't shove him away from yourself. "How come a fine lady like you doesn't have a man for the night? I thought pretty ladies will always have a hand to hold her and move her body in the rhythm of the music."

You didn't expect him here, well, not in such a beautiful suit and...was that a new haircut? Well, he definitely prepared himself for this thing. You took his hand and moved, leaving him the leading position as your bodies slightly touched while dancing. "I thought you were moved aside from the case." You whispered, leaned your face closer to him, which weirdly made your heart stop for a second.

"I was." Igor smirked and moved you away from him then pulled you back in. He definitely knew how to move. "Well, i am moved aside from the case, but i just know those bastards are missing out on something." He looked around for a second then looked back at you.

"And what about you, Golubka, what are you doing here?" He chuckled, casually calling you 'Dove' just to get under your skin.