Николаи Пуцченко
It took him a moment be Nikolai followed the group inside and sat down next to Talia. He would normally sit closer to his leader but felt that he was the only on safe due to having his "brother" be the leader of these things. Not trusting the food or drink prepared by one of them, he pulled out one of his homemade granola bar, nutritionally it was a full meal, also filled you up like one, but it lacked greatly in taste. He also pulled out a bottle of Vodka from his pack. Turning to their "host", "Old Russian tradition. Bring new clean glasses for EVERYONE! We all drink to Alliance, da?" He smiled at Tasha who sat between Erik and Xander. He turned to Xander, "King Xander, have drink your highness. Drink up comrades."
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Not wanting to go inside she finally gave in when she noticed everyone else had already gone in. She found a seat between Erik and Xander which made her feel a little better. Here she felt like Xander would watch her six, hopefully not liturgy, and Erik seemed safe and harmless enough. Tasha studied both groups well not paying any attention to the food or drinks. That is until Nikolai opened his big mouth. See the bottle of Vodka and the smile on his face she know right away what he was doing. He brought some of the "For Russians only" strong Vodka. She remembered her first toast with him and a bottle of that stuff, if you aren't used to drinking and you aren't carefully you will kill yourself with this. Surprisingly this relaxed her even more, not knowing who would drink or how these thing will react to it made her more curious then anything. In a happy, upbeat voice, "DA! TO THE ALLIANCE! TO LIFE, ZUM LEBEN, K ZHIZNI!" Well saying this she kept an eye on the one who called its self a Dr. Tasha wondered if it was connected to Pandora or Purgatory. If it was it had to die a slow and painful death regardless of who or what got in her way. This of course brought flashbacks to the hell she was raised in, an isolated Russian military research town and base. She was quick to shake this off to stay focused.