<strong><em>Aleksei Romanov</em></strong>[/i]<br/>Humming an old tune as he walked up the stairs, Aleksei’s stomach grumbled for what would have been the third time now since he’s been out shopping. His backpack contained a few choice ingredients that he didn’t trust taking with him on the plane, lest they be useless when he arrived at his destination. With a silent curse at his own body’s impatience, Aleksei soldiered on to their floor, before attempting to make way for another person on the way down. The bags he held were more than enough to fill the small stairwell, and all Aleksei could do was shrug at the man and hope for a little compassion.<br/>With a grunt, the man moved to the side of the stairwell opposite the chemist, and Aleksei did his best to make the transition as swift as possible. Muttering his apologies in Hebrew, he was glad that he always tried to learn a few words in the places he was going. There was the usual “how much?” and the all-time favorite “where’s the toilet”. Everything else could be handled by overpaying, or hand-gestures. With a huff, he arrived at the apartment, where his attempt to juggle multiple items in his hands cost him a set of falling keys. The jiggled clash of the keys against the wood made him turn to the sides of the hallway self-consciously, as if he was expecting the Mossad to use this exact moment to take him.<br/>Slowly…ever so slowly, he bent his legs to reach for the keys while still maintaining possession of his items. It would have been easier to simply set the bags down, but he firmly believed that more could go wrong with his bags<strong>not</strong>in his hands, than the opposite. With a sweat-inducing reach and crouch, Aleksei smiled wide as his fingers scooped the keys from the floor. With the last bit of his flagging strength, he managed to unlock the door and go into the apartment in a rush. Breathing a little hard, he moved the bags to a table before locking the door.<br/>After everything was placed to his liking, only then did he turn to his younger employer. She was sitting sentry on the target’s apartment again…which was beginning to make him a little uneasy. He said nothing to her, since his words probably wouldn’t reach her while she was hard at work. All he did was open the Styrofoam trays of food. One had a good portion of grilled fish, and another with rice. He got a few other items she had requested, but for his tastes, this would probably be the best way to go. He waited respectfully for her. Mentally timing how long it would take for the smell to hit her while a smirk plays across his face.<br/>