Yazkov favors Ysabel with a smile.<br/><br/>"Actually, that is an excellent suggestion!"  He turns, gestures to the thin young African man who is serving tables.  "A menu for our new guests, please, Simon?"<br/><br/>The man nods and disappears into the cafe for a moment, leaving the new arrivals enough time to join their elders at the table.<br/><br/>"Pleased to meet you, Archie," Fitz grins, pulling a chair out from the table, spinning it around, and straddling the seat in an insolent schoolboy fashion.  "I'm Fitz, as in Gerald."<br/><br/>"And I see Alexi Sergiovich remembers me," Yazkov smiles warmly at his countryman.  "Tell me, young man.  Do they still tell stories about me in the Aquarium?  No matter.  This is a business meeting.  We will have time to trade pleasantries later, and I have promised Mister Warburton that I shall get to the point without further ado."<br/><br/>He nods to Archibald.<br/><br/>"Simply put, we are all orphans.  I am a spymaster without a network of agents.  The Lord Viscount is a minister without portfolio.  You two are recently separated from your accustomed service, and then there's Fitz, who is...how did you put it?"<br/><br/>"A pawn in search of a third color of Queen," Fitz laughs.<br/><br/>"Yes. Chess analogies.  How utterly Soviet of you."  Yazkov shakes his head in mock gravity.  "My proposal is simple.  I want to help you get back into the game...but for yourselves."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alexi--the table is outdoors.  Go ahead and roll!</div></div>