When Alberto was there as promptly as promised, Sokolov almost nodded. It was only the natural order of things that kine leaped to the bidding of Cainites. They were lesser beings, after all. But he did have a task for Alberto, an important one. It was also one that led the Tzimisce to some level of small amusement.<br/><br/>Tonight was the night that Alberto was probably going to guess Sokolov was definitely not human, although it would be hard for most mortals to put fleshcrafting together with 'vampire,' so there was a good chance that Alberto wouldn't know what he was specifically. Sokolov had something important stashed in his haven, and he was seeking more parts to this most secret item.<br/><br/>He had a small fragment of the original Book of Nod. He was almost sure that it was genuine...otherwise why would so many people try to kill him for it? The irony was that he'd won it in a poker game; it was insane what things kine would bet. But that same kine had another piece of it...<br/><br/>"I need you to find a certain someone for me. The poker player, Michael Anderson. He's been doing well in Vegas as of late." He procured a small photograph of Michael for Alberto to see and handed it to him; the man was blond haired, blue eyed, built very well, and dressed sharply, but his tie was not tied correctly. Sokolov said, "Address is on the back. He doesn't live out on the Strip, unfortunately, but out in the southernmost edge of Vegas, where the Mojave is quite hot and unpleasant. He has a document I want in a small mahogany case kept in a safe. I want you to get it for me without him knowing, and I'll reward you handsomely if you do." He smiled with amusement and said, "You'll have to be disguised to get in. I have something in mind, actually."<br/><br/>Sokolov's dark eyes twinkled with ill-disguised merriment. He wanted to see Alberto's reaction to being asked to do something outright illegal.<br/><br/>This was going to be fun.