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From Chronicles

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Kingsdale - Yakov's Deli

Rasputin's Deli is a lively place, normally a short man is behind the counter serving up orders of beef, brisket, chicken, pork, sausage, fish and just about every other type of meat product you can imagine. Rasputin's is a well known secret to low, medium and high class people of all type. Rasputin has all sorts of customer's coming and going at all times of day or night. He isn't open 24-hrs, but he might as well be. As you walk into the Deli, next to the door is a small lunch counter which faces out into the street. Opposite to the deli counter are four small booths. Both of these locations serve as eating space for those that choose to grab a quick bite of food or one of Yakov's and Rasputin's famous five meat monster deli sandwiches. Most people don't use these booths, but the lunch counter is constantly being used, as it provides a great people watching vantage.

Still being open Rasputin is working on choping up some sort of large animal. He is expertly slices and dices the good meat from the bad. Taking care to pay respects to the creature, almost as if he was performing a Kosher rites. He hums a soft song as he works. There are no other customers in the story at the moment.

Anita opens a door and carefully steps inside. It's an elaborate affair, due to her unusual build. "Hello?" Her eyes are quickly caught by the butchering of the animal, and even if may be more of a collection of meat at this point, she still takes a quick step back before she catches herself. "Gosh. Uhm. Hello." She makes her way slowly towards the counter. Perhaps because of the cold, she's wearing a dark green blanket over her lower half.

Rasputin signs, "I cannot fall asleep, not stay in bed, i son minya nye biryot." He makes a few more cuts then puts down his razor sharp blade, takes a step towards the sink and washes his hands, "I would like to visit Sasha now, a nye znayu gdye zhývyot." Then drying his hands, he smiles and says, "Dobry vecher." His deep voice says as he steps upon a step which allows him to see well above the counter,"Welcome da, what can I be doing for you?"

Anita stares curiously at Rasputin, obviously not understanding much of that. That doesn't stop her from giving the dwarf a warm smile of her own. "Do you have horse meat?" She folds her hands in and lets them hang in front of her as she guardedly awaits his reply.

Rasputin chuckles and tugs his bear, "Net. Net. Many do not like da type of meat." He smiles, "Might I interest you in some beef?'

Now THAT earns Rasputin a smile that, far more than warm, borders on searing. "That is very good. I do not like horse meat. It is scary. I will need six sandwiches. Big." Anita indicates the five meat monster sandwich sign. "How much? It is for work. They are working very hard. I would like to bring them meal." She doesn't seem to consider this too much information; she watches him expectantly.

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, 6 sandwiches. Da, anything on those?" He chuckles and begins to work up some good roast beef, "Any aprticular type of bread?" He looks at you, "they will be 4 credits each, with some crisp. Da?"

Korban arrives from the Street. Korban has arrived.

Anita shakes her head energetically. "No, you may decide. I think you are better at it." She watches the sandwich making ritual for a while, but then takes out some creds and counts up to the specified amount. "I work at Hippocrates hospital." More info for him to enjoy. Rasputin is working on a batch of 6 large sandwitchs. He is flipping a knife between the bread and meat and vegies, he is on the other side of the counter. He is standing ons something, otherwise you could barely see him. He starts to hum a little again.

Korban comes stomping into the deli with red cheeks and a thick woolen hat on. With earflaps. Blowing on his hands since fingerless gloves don't do much to ward off the cold he sidles up to the bar. Right beside Anita and leans his elbow on it. "I hear you are the man to talk to about meat." He says, butting into the conversation maybe a little rudely. "I'd ask for some of the horsemeat that you were selling a little bit back, except maybe it isn't safe right now. Present company and all. When you get a minute though, bud, five pounds of bacon."

Anita blinks when the woolen hatted one comes in. She shifts uncomfortable when he asks for horse meat, but that doesn't stop her from watching him carefully. Quite the contrary. Even if she can't help but toss a guarded glance at Rasputin before looking back to the human.

Rasputin keeps working on the sandwiches, putting all sorts of stuff on them. He carefully layers the ingredients, tomatoes, cucumbers, spouts, mustard, lettuce and pickles. He continues to sing, "I would like to visit Sasha now, da nye znayu gdye zhývyot." He continues to work and then chuckles, "Net, net. Why does everyone be wanting horse meat." He chuckles, waggling his beard, "I be having some good roast beef, da, da?" He smiles and then finally looks up and smiles and his voice sings out, "I could ask my friend, my friend would show me the way, sure."

Korban leans on the counter. "'Cause it's cheap mostly." He informs Rasputin. "But, I'll take that bacon when you get a minute or two." He sizes Anita up, looking her over from one end to the other. "First time I've ever seen a pretty horse an' a pretty woman on the same body. Ain't sure which I'd want to ride first." He grins widely and pulls a toothpick from his pocket to chew on. "Ain' maybe a pound of that there beef there." He's still looking at Anita.

Anita looks increasingly on edge, nervous, as she's being sized up by Korbam, and her cheeks turn a dramatic shade of red when he tosses that comment her way. When he mentions riding, she even takes a step back. Well, to the side. She crosses her legs and then takes a sideways step away from him.

Rasputin frowns a bit but with a little humor, "I'd mind de tongue, da. Net a swift kick, da?" his gaze is humorous but with a slight serious tone on it as he looks at Korban. He grins and looks to Anita, "Be minding de stools, da?" He chuckles as the fact she is half horse just now comes into his fore mind. He begins to wrap the sandwiches, putting a toothpick through each one. Then he cuts them, and puts them all in a little sack with a packet of crisps. "Do you be wanting a Pickle spear with each?" He says as he points to the large jar of pickles on the counter. "Da sour does making it snap." he smiles as he finishes packing the sandwiches.

Anita shakes her head with a friendly, if nervous smile. "No, no, that is fine. This is very good. Thank you." She places the credits on the counter and quickly takes the sack. "Have a very good evening." She turns around, which is an elaborate ritual in itself, and then walks lightly towards the door. Away from the the scary mercenary-looking fellow.

Korban grins wryly at Anita; all stubble and mischief. "Oh, easy there. Just foolin' with ya." He shakes his head at skittish horses, and goes back to leaning against the counter. Though the amusement is prevelent in his face for having made her wander off like that. "Ain't nothing to it." He says to

Rasputin. "Not goin' to give me a kick or anything. Didn't deserve it." He glances toards the retreating Centaur woman. "Sorry if'n I offended you, Darlin'. Ain't nothin' meant to it. Light fun and jokes. Gotta lighten up some."

Rasputin grins and looks to him. "Da, Dasvidania! Da, enjoying and be coming again." as he looks after Anita leaving. He chuckles and looks to Korban, "Pozhaluista, what being you wanting again? Bacon? And something else, da? How much of eaching?" He swivels his head to look at you as he washes his hands carefully, and the puts the knife in a tub labeled 'dirty.' He then looks to you after making sure he is very clean, "

Anita goes out to the Street. Anita has left.

Korban shakes his head in an amused fashion as he watches after her. "Five pounds of bacon, and maybe a pound of that beef. In a bit of a hurry, though, so let's get crackin'." He doesn't seem to notice the particulars as to clean or as to dirty at the moment. He's just peering out the door.

Rasputin nods and quickly, slices up a large piece of bacon, then freehands it's individual slicing. Then quickly cuts up another pound of beef. He wraps it and packs it just as quickly, "Da? So, that'll being ten credits, da?" He slides it into sack and then hands it over to you, "You being to the city long?" He asks.

Korban grins a little bit at Rasputin as he takes the meat and tucks it into his pack. "Oh, here and there. Don't talk much about myself. Thanks alot for the meat, partner. Maybe I'll be back to share a sandwich and some talk when I have a bit more time. Have yourself a good day."

Rasputin chuckles, "Da, fair enough being." He smiles and takes the money, "Do be coming again, da!" He chuckles a bit and then starts to wash his hands again and clean the pile of knives in the tub, "Dasvidania." He says over his shoulder. Tags: anita, korban, rasputin