[Tanya Petrowski]

She wasn't quite sure what she'd expected. Greatness, of course, that was a given. But perhaps she hadn't quite expected the traffic from the people of Stagfort quite so soon. The hotel and casino hadn't been advertised much before it had been built, but perhaps that was just it; the secrecy of it had drawn people in.

Leaning back in her seat, she lifted the drink to her lips. The lounge and bar area of the hotel was gorgeous. It had turned out exactly the way she'd hoped. It was modern, yet carried a faint sense of Russian architecture - if one knew where to look.

Pushing herself out of her seat, she finished her drink and ventured towards the bar. Leaning over the bar top, she waved the bartender over. "A mors, please." The traditional Russian drink was one of the few things she'd made sure to be on the list of available drinks in the bar. While she didn't think it was the best drink, it did remind her of home. 

It was the only kind of reminiscence she would allow herself.