“Chyrssie...”<br/><br/>He let the name roll off his tongue so he could commit it to memory. He would then move to the door of the bar and open it for her like a gentlemen. For anyone else they'd get wolf whistles and made fun of...but they wouldn't dare do that to the Russian.<br/><br/>“This way, it isn't too close but the walk will do you well.”<br/><br/>He always thought a good long walk helped one sort out their inner most thoughts. He grew up in the Russian wilderness and really that is all he had to do to figure himself out...well for the brief time he was allowed to be a child anyway.<br/><br/>“I won't let anyone harm you by the way. Escorting you to your hotel means that you get there safely not just get there.”<br/><br/>He nodded a bit, when he walked he took a pace behind her and to the left, or which ever side the road was on. It was the best place to be to defend her if something should arise. It was two blocks that something did indeed arise. Lazar walked fearless through the city behind her, telling her to take darkened alleyways that no one in their right mind would willingly walk down. They walked down one with a reputation that Lazar didn't really know about...and there was a group of people there. For what reason there was only the body on the ground, male or female it was hard to tell.<br/><br/>“Shit...”<br/><br/>One said when they saw the pair approaching. It was only after that one could hear a few gun hammers cocking.  There should be posturing, a sudden grab of her to hide her from the gun fire. That isn't how Lazar works. She was in front so she wouldn't see how fast he moves, or hear his footsteps run up the walls as the men try to bring their guns to bare. No all she sees is the muzzle flash of his own weapons and that didn't sound nearly as loud as normal or even silenced gunshots. He gave them no warning as he opened fire and as the first few fell he charged forward, the rest to stunned to move. He moved faster than he should...but so did two of them. Two that stayed calm during the attack, two that watched with a grin as the Russian started to open fire and two that rushed forward when he moved to attack. They were bored with this charade...tired of working with mobsters. This was a rush for the young ones....BATTLE!<br/><br/>They fought, the three of them. Two creatures with eyes of red and fangs and Lazar Chzov. Their strikes were hard enough to send rushes of air in all directions. It was a graceful dance, with movements that were hard to follow. Lazar didn't wince, or snarl...his face was ice cold.<br/><br/>But as they fought a wounded man brought a gun to bare on Lazar.....