Ivan Klimintovich, better known to his comrades in crime as Vanya the Bear, stepped into the bar, flanked by two of his 'little brothers'.  A brief and friendly discussion with the bouncer established that they were only here for drinks and perhaps a little socializing, at least to the other man's satisfaction, and they passed into the main room.<br/><br/>"Get a table in the back," he told his two companions.  "But this time, be nice about it."<br/><br/>One of them (Vanya thought of them as interchangeable, even though they didn't look a thing alike) laughed and nodded--once, he'd settled an argument over a table by breaking someone's arm in three places.<br/><br/>"Sure thing, Uncle," the other joked.  "Want us to get you a chess set to play while we drink?"<br/><br/>"Not a bad idea."<br/><br/>Waving them off, he approached the bar and beckoned the bartender.<br/><br/>"Two coffees, with a shot of whiskey in each."<br/><br/>"Y-yes, sir!"<br/><br/>Satisfied, the solidly build, dark-haired Russian let his flinty grey eyes drift about the room, playing a private game of 'spot the cop'.  Instead, he spotted a pair of tourists being chatted up by one of the local vampires.  Grinning to himself, he decided to watch the fun.<br/><br/>For now.