Recently, Maks had, successfully, sold off three necklaces, of different jewels, passing them off as 'A Deceased relative's'. Checking his watch, he wasn't so suprised as to what time it was - About 8:35. Since it was a Friday, he decided on one thing - to head to the bar. Walking away from the jewelry store, he began searching for one. About ten minutes after leaving the jewelry, he finally found a bar - Happy hour starting at 8:30, and ending at 9:30. He was about five buildings away from it, when he saw a man... something about him was... different. Looking at the man, he continued walking.

Sithis was fully dressed in his normal clothing such as civilian clothing. He made his way across the Street. He was wondering about because he had nothing to do at the current moment in Starling City. So he might as well go to a bar and relax. As he made his way towards the bar. He noticed he was being followed. He stopped and turned around. And looked at the man. Sithis kept walking towards the Bar. But turned towards the ally and then Stopped."When your ready show yourself. Your skill in concealing your movements is poor." he noted.

Smiling lightly, Maks said, a small Russian accent, said, "Who ever said I was concealing my self?", as he slowed his pace, and, standing a bit close to the man, stopped. "Now, what made you belive I was-" He was interrupted, however, when a man ran straight past him- just a normal Civillian -, yet that didn't change his mood. Balancing, from being shoved lightly, he raised his fist at the man, and yelled, "Ешьте мясо утробе матери!", as he looked back towards the man infront of him, and said, "Now... who said I was following you at all? Simply saw you, and, well, it seems are are heading towards the same place.", as he pointed towards the bar. He lowered his hand, and said, "Now, since we have got off on the wrong foot, my name, is Maks. Yours?"

(Ешьте мясо утробе матери! = Eat the flesh of your mother's womb!)

His eyes narrowing as he looked at this figure. He was too close. He was in his bubble far to close, so he got a bit of distance on him. He shook his head and spoke."You seem rather Vulgar. " He noted about his Russian."Because normal people do not get so close to a person explosively to someone who is a man to another man. Are you like one of those people?" Sithis mocked him slightly giving him a weird face while keeping his distance and bringing his hands up."WOOAH" He chuckled. Sithis made a joke. "You should learn to lie better, So are we heading to the bar or not? He left the man whether he followed or not. It would be up to him, Sithis entered the bar, and took a stool and sat on it.

With no response, Maks simply walked into the bar aswell, and sat on a stool, a stool between him and Sithis. Looking over to the man, lightly, he then waited for the bartender to approach him, and said, "Just a Vodka.", and the man soonly rushed off, filling orders, and, soonly, he recieved his drink. Looking over to Sithis, he then said, "So, who do you associate with? Everyone in this city knows somebody, and that somebody is somebody strong.", as he took a sip of his liquor.

His eyes looking at the man as he asked his question."No no no. You misunderstand. I am not associated with anyone. Aside from someone that I work for. I am a bodyguard for a Rich person. So yah that's basically it." He told him slowly. He wondered slowly. Though it was odd that people were just randomly asking about things, such as this. "Whiskey please." he ask, and he was given a glass of whiskey, he took it into his mouth and sipped on it.


(Sorry for the small post, and The delay.)

Lowering the Vodka, Maks nodded, and said, "So, technically, you know him - A high up man, and you protect him." He took another sip of his Vodka, and, his phone rang. He pulled out, and, before he could talk, the person on the line spoke. Glancing lightly towards Sithis, he then looked down a bit, and said, "Да ... я ... я понимаю. Пока.". He looked down a bit, and, putting his phone away, put his left hand on his forehead, propping his head up, as he held his Liquor lightly in his right. He took a quick sip, and rubbed his eyes lightly, whiping away tears that were trying to form.

(Да ... я ... я понимаю. Пока. = Yes... I... I understand. Bye.)

He shook his head and sighed. "Tell me. It's an important person yes. But why do you want to know exactly. It's just a rich person nothing really important to be honest. I make good cash. But still." he said as he looked into his eyes and then noticed his phone ring as he picked up. His eyes narrowing as he would then. Sip on his drink. He managed to catch watery eyes on the person which was rather weird for a guy of his age."So, Someone die? A Family member?" He asked nicely. Sithis spoke with an English Accent. Sithis's true origins were not clear yet. However if Mak was noticed. Sithis was capable of recognizing, Russian, and had no problem in understanding this. Either he was fluent in it or he studied it. "You speak Russian. I am impressed. At how fluent it is." he told him slowly.

Maks nodded, and said, "Yes... I... Well, I am the last Petrov known to be Alive. My family in the Americas - Mother, Brother, and Sister - gone. Not a trace. Same goes for the rest of the people in Gotham.", as he drank a bit more. Upon the mention of his Russian, he smiled lightly, and said, "Yes... well, I am from the country, myself. Since I do not have many valuable talents, I've taken being a Tutor for Foreign Languages. Especially Russian, which is obvious.", as he took a small sip of his Vodka again. "Been here for Thirteen years, since... well, I don't wish to speak of it.". He finished off the rest of the Vodka, and said to the bartender, who was nearby, and said, "Another, please.". He was, at least, glad that he understood him. It made him wonder of the man aswell. However, he did seem a bit questionable at how fluent had spoken it. It did not bother him much, as he was given some more.

His narrowing as he looked at him. He sipped on his drink as he did this. He would then sigh. He shook his head slowly and then look at him. This man was interesting but there was something off about him. Mostly because Sithis been around and about this for a very long time. And he was rather annoyed that he was so up close and personal with him. Who was this man didn't really matter."Yes, I've heard about Gotham, Sad times. Frankly. I don't care. It's not my town, I do not live in so I really don't care. Call me cold or rude? But this face clearly doesn't care about a town that magical disappeared out of the blue. I really can't bother myself with supernatural things that really never exist in our universe. "Sithis said. Very bluntly. His eyes narrowing again as he looked at the person. "A teacher I am very impressed. Thought tell me this? Would you rather be a teacher or do what I do? A Body guard for some rich guy?" He asked him slowly. Though his impressive Russian. Was noted, as he clapped his hands."Forgive me. I've just never met someone that speaks Russian. So Bloody good. Anyway, allow me to buy you another drink." He said finishing his Whiskey, as he looked at the bartender."Another please." The Bartender poured the Whiskey down the glass. As he looked at him. "Job Pays well I assume?" he asked him. "Thirteen Years in such wonderful place. England isn't bad." He chuckled.

(Sorry for delay - pals and I went out.)

At his question, Maks nodded. "Pays well. Sometimes it's the occasional man or woman going traveling. Maybe even a high-up buisness man, going on a buisness trip. More-so a Private Tutor, but I work with about 3-5 a day, each for about a week or so.". Upon on the man saying how it is a wonderful place, Maks sighed, and shook his head, with a bit of a frown. "Not so much." He said. "America's one of the four countries, in all the world, where women have to pay to give birth. Who charges women to force a tiny human out them? Terrible." He sighed lightly, and continued, "More children die per-day than any others, and this place has more inequality in the industrial place than... well, everybody. Only came here because it was the only passports we could afford.", as he finished, he sighed lightly, and drank some more. "Not saying this country is terrible, but, comparing it to others... well, it ruins the so-called 'American Dream'."

"I see that's not bad at all. If it pays well. So it's really good. Well, Good for you then." he told him nodding and taken another small sip of his whiskey. His eyes narrowing as he resume speaking. Sithis listened to what she said and he would then say his own thing."Well, I might have to agree with you on that one to be quite honest. In fact. I don't quite understand why someone would have to pay for a child to give birth. It must be hard for the mother." He said towards him. His eyes looking at him as he examined him. Sithis still didn't like the man. But at least the two were getting along for now. So for now Sithis will just have to deal with it and not throw some big fuss over it. Taken another sip of the drink he would then place the glass down.

Maks nodded, lightly, and took another sip of the liquor. Looking lightly back towards the man, he said, "Now, as before - What is your name? Don't want to know the man who bothered listening by no name.", as he sighed lightly, and, upon hearing the door open, turned his head around, eyes widening. Entering, were four cops. Looking around to make sure nobody was looking at him, he looked back towards Sithis, and said, "Hold up a bit...", as he seemed to melt into thin air. After a few minutes of them searching and asking if they'd seen a man who, either oddly or coincidentally, sort of fixed Mak's appearance. Seeming to melt into reality, he looked back towards Sithis, and said, "Now... where were we?"

When the man asked his name he said nothing, he closed his eyes when the cops went to search. And would reopen them once, Mak Rematerialized and the cops were gone."Name is Robert." he said. If he was going with an English Role, he might as well give an English name. Instead of his own. His eyes looking at him as Robert spoke again."Tell me Mak, any reason why the cops came here? Any reason at all? I am not one to judge crimes, because I am no jury, however. I am very interested why the cops are in a Bar like this? When there has no been any disturbed?" He asked, Mak with curiosity. His eyes then glared at Mak's. So this guy can Proof in thin air? How shocking what this world was coming to, people with super powers.

(Oh man. Sooo sorry)

Maks sighed, and said, "Simple. You want to catch the... criminals, you could say... you go to a bar they would like. And, this, too...", As he pulled out a jeweled necklace - obviously giving off the fact that it was high in value. Looking back at Robert, he then said, "Guess you can take a hint.", as he quickly pocketed it again, as to make sure nobody sees it. Maks was, aswell, fairly suprised as to his calm reaction. Oh well. Better off he did not make a scene.

Robert looked at him and shook his head. So this man was a criminal. Interesting."I see. That's very interesting. Tell me will you buy me a drink then? Seeing as you are well, umm. Prepped with you know." He pointed to the jewelry seeing as he seemed to do well for himself. Since he was capable of stealing things. Maybe he was really wealthy as well. And maybe if Mak's nice enough he can like pay for just a drink, For Robert?"What do you say, mate?" he asked Mak. His eyes narrowing as he did this he would shake his head slowly. And smile. This ended up a good day after all.

Shrugged, he said, "Why not. Do have a good amount to spare - more than I thought.", as he called the bartender over, and ordered Robert another drink. He then looked back towards Robert, and said, "And,in case you wonder - I am, still, a bit of a tutor, you could say. The whole stealing is simply just a side-buisness, you could say. Though it does get... difficult.", as he thought of when he had to cramp himself in a broom closet once, while invisible, just to not get caught. Finally, looking lihtly towards the man, Maks asked, "So... how come you were so calm of what I did when the Police arrived? The man I mainly work with fell out his chair when I did so, at first."

Sithis looked at him and sighed. His eyes moving to me, Mak's as he begun to goo into a deep process area. He had no idea what to do right now. So he resumed his sighing tactics. THough it would be nice to simply just simply Tell him the truth. It always was. But not today. He shook his head and sighed."I am always calm, and this world isn't normal anymore." he told him slowly. His eyes narrowing as he spoke."When this world has Villains and Heros you learn to adapt." He told him slowly. His eyes narrowing as he did this even deeper. His eyes shaking slowly as he brushed the thought of him being something other then human off his shoulder and then took the drink he was brought. He took it and then begun to drink it.

Shrugging, Maks said, "Fair enough.", as he took another sip. Finally, after a moment of silence, he simply sat there. Finally, he looked back towards Robert lightly, but quickly looked away, as he ordered one more. When he was given the drink, he simply held it in his left hand, sighing lightly. He glanced lightly towards Sithis, and said, "So, would that be it... or would I have to chip in a bit more?", in between him taking a drink midway.

(Sorry its a bit late and short, if it is.)

Sithis glared at him as he looked. And took a sip at his drink. His eyes narrowing as he did. Robert spoke."That I do not know." He told him slowly. "Alcohol doesn't bother me. Though it would always be nice inside my system of course." he chuckled, taken a bigger sip. Tasting the Substance before swallowing it. His eyes narrowing yet again. So this guy had big cash after all what an interesting turn of events. So what will it be more drinking and perhaps open up to him or just leave. Drinking was always good."Guess you'll have to chip in." He told him slowly."When I was in the army. We learned to fight, shoot, train, etc. I never knew I had to kill someone. But when I did." He paused. Slowly before shaking his head."It was a terrible thing to do. The Nightmares hunted me as I regretted it. So I saw a seer, who eased my pain with Herbs. Only to later found out it was magic. So yah, This world no longer surprises me." He told him.

(Sorry for it being short, and Late. I kinda went to bed.)

Nodding lightly, he said, "True. Strange things can change a person's life - for better, or worse.", as he looked back towards the bartender, and ordered another drink for the man, one for himself aswell. When the drinks were given again, he sighed lightly, before he took another drink.  This was, what - his fourth? Fifth? All he knew, was things were somewhat... blurry. Ignoring it,  he looked back towards the man, and said, "It is never nice to take another's life... yet, for me, when I had to, back home... I felt nothing. No remorse. No haunting dreams.", as he took another sip, and said, "Turns out...", and, choking a bit on the words, said, "I... I am a Sociopath, you could say. All I cared of when I killed the man back home, was how loud he screamed.", and, as he finished his ramblings, he took a other sip - if this man was to open up of his past a bit, he would aswell. It would put them on equal grounds - last time he kept secrets, he was forced to tell them.

Sithis chuckled as he kept drinking the drinks. The Man ordered for him. Going on his fifteen one. The drinks did nothing on him at all what so ever. This meant he was unaffected by alcohol. He looked at him and sighed."Ya know you admitted to a lot of things. You shouldn't do that. Then again I don't go running to the cops because I feel like it. In fact I care about I don't believe cops help at all. Everyone does something for a reason. No matter how tapped out in the head they are. One who doesn't something without a reason, is simply stupid. People are not born stupid. They develop into stupid over time." he told him slowly. His eyes narrowing as he spoke."Tell me of your Mother and wife more? if you do not mind." He asked him calmly. Sithis was curiously to hear more about his parents. Mostly because he wanted to hear more of this man interesting stories.

Sighing lightly, Maks said, "I... do not have a wife. The closest I came was a girlfriend of three years in high school here... she loved the accent, yet it did take me some time to speak full paragraphs. Around that time, I had just moved to America.". He drank a bit more of the Vodka, and said, again, "My mother, however... well, she mainly cared for me, my brother, sister, and the other two, with help of my Grandfather, at the time. He passed when I was fourteen, yet he would have died two years later anyways if he survived the stroke. I barely remeber my father - he was either away, getting money, or asleep in the room the adults of the family shared.", as he finished his drink. He ordered another, and said, "Other than that, my mother cared for us all. Havn't heard from her since I've left Gotham."

Sithis raised his eye brow as the man had given him his life story. Guess a couple of drinks and people opened up. How strange and odd. Still Sithis wasn't the one for judging anyone at all. He would shake his head and sigh simply. He looked his way and sigh."My Family are a load of bloody rubbish. They are mean, caring, and Amazing." He told him honestly. He would shake his head and simply sigh. "Ya know. The most interesting part is when people. Enjoy life as a Whole. I've had a Girlfriend in England, She was nice and caring.I called her family. More so over my parents. Then we broke up and well. I just had to let it go and simply move on with my life. It's very sad to be quite honest. " he informed him.. He took another drink and chugged it down his throat.

As he gulped down his sixth drink, he sighed lightly, and said, after a bit, "Tell me... how come... how come you are not even the slightest bit... tipsy, you could say.", as he raised a finger towards the barkeep, his drink beeing refilled. Looking back towards the man's general location, he said, "I... I feel so... lightheaded, I guess... yet you seem thecsame as we entered, and you've had, what - more than twice the drinks I've had?", as he took another drink of his Vodka. He could not even imagine taking another one down the hatch - much less ten.