The coffee was a medium-bodied Costa Rican, nice and fruity, without too much acidity. That latter point was what Dave appreciated most about it as he coughed it into his sinuses at the sight of the image.<br/><br/>"Chyort vozhmi'," he muttered when he could draw breath again. He carefully set the coffee down and leaned in to examine the tiny duplicate. It was perfect, and minutely detailed. There were the half-ripped pocket on his left pant leg, the scuffs on his green leather shoes - even that cowlick he could never get to lie flat.<br/><br/>He slowly raised his eyes from the image to meet Aoi's gaze.<br/><br/>"You're a woman of many talents. More than I thought possible."