"Criminals?" Archibald raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you have me confused for someone else. Surely we can draw a distinction between a bit of service in the name of one's country and outright crime. Oh, wait -- you meant only yourself and this young couple. Well, strange bedfellows and all of that. I trust no one here is an axe-murderer? At least not openly?"<br/><br/>He turned back to Yazkov. "You may as well be out with it. This damn sun is getting too bright already." The waiter brought their dishes with remarkable alacrity, and Archie noted that his own order had survived the trip to the kitchen and back unscathed. The eggs were runny yet nearly tasteless. Exactly as he preferred them, as it turned out.