"Nyet, I don’t like to eat, ees very… Boring, cannot taste anything." He replied a shake of his head. "If you do not mind smoking, I vill join you vhile you eat cake."
She took a back of cigarettes from her pocket and a lighter from her clevage “I’m doing both” she smiled ditching the marker. “I never got your name ” she asked as they went down the way to the kitchen.
"Eet ees Stanislav Vikentieva, Russian spy, but you can tell by now, da?" He replied, walking alongside her as he pulled out his own cigarette case.