The bartender merely raises his eyebrow and looks questioningly to Pimakhova. Smiling softly, she nods slowly in return. Judging by the expression on his face, he reluctantly proceeds to produce the requested straight green apple tequila. "Mishtar Ted. Let us please not draw attention to ourselves. The patrons here are well incentivised to ignore us, yet no one can help feeling perturbed at cross-room shouting."
Taking a long smoke from her cigarette, she lent back and exhaled. "If such a budget is made available, then the cut is satisfactory Mishtar Rat. As long as the agreement is honoured, I shall be at your service."
