Ayyen and Viktre were at the center table with papers and ledgers with receipts spread across it.  They were done with most of it now and were chatting and drinking vodka.  Viktre had sent a message to Pippa letting her know he was back from his latest sea trip.  They had spent several weeks out there charting where they got the best catches on the nets and where they found the largest fish for the rods.

 Coming back, both ships had been nearly overfilled, and the receipts showed just how fantastic their catches had brought.  This time Viktre had both caught the biggest fish and his crew had brought the heaviest catch.  Their party after dealing with the full holds and arranging to sell the fish had lasted almost twenty-four hours with the crew and the local "ladies" at the bar.  Ayyen and Viktre had managed to get back to their own office/apartments leaning on each other singing in Russian some very uncouth songs, had anyone around them known Russian.

It was now two days after that, and they were over the hangover and the formal ledgers and map charting.  Hearing the door knock, Viktre raised a brow.  "Expecting someone?"  In Russian.

"Nyet."  Ayyen shook his head.  The businessmen had already come and gone the day before with contracts and payments. 

Viktre was not expecting Pippa to come to the front door.  He had a back door that he would bring her in to protect her reputation.  He was expecting a message to have him meet her somewhere.  He got up.  "Maybe the messenger." 

He headed to the door holding a glass half full of vodka.  Opening the door, he raised his eyes wide.  Glancing around, he motioned her inside quickly.  He saw a few people and one man in particular seemed to be staring at him.  "Pip, come inside.  Not message?"  He closed the door behind her had she entered.

Ayyen looked up and seeing who it was, he smiled.  "Hello, Miss.  I will let you two have the room.   There are errands to do."  He glanced with a raised brow at his friend.  In Russian, "Ty zastavil yeye podoyti k tvoyey vkhodnoy dveri seychas? Eto dolzhno deystvitel'no imet' goryachiye tochki dlya vas. Ona znayet, skol'ko drugikh zhenshchin u tebya bylo na etot raz?
"  (***You have her coming to your front door now?  This one must really have the hots for you.  Does she know how many other women you have had this time?)

Viktre responded, "Ot"yebis', drug."  He gave a vulgar mostion of his hand.   (**Fuck off, friend.)

Ayyen grinned as he left and grabbed his hat from the coat tree.  Tipping it at Pip, he headed out.  Viktre indicated a chair.  "Sit, da?"