Masquerade [Kuskovo Estate]

[Carter de Volthström]

Guillaume was in the midst of sharing the offerings with Grigori, and any others who were interested, when one of the gentlemen was suddenly overtaken with a tell-tale effect of his own. The cause of his sudden sedation was not obvious, but there were so many synthetic options in Moscow, even a connected man like Gui would take some time to learn them all.

A raised brow of curiosity and the nod of his head indicated his question. “Seems the rounds are already being made,” he quipped then continued describing the other opportunities.

Overhearing the conversation, another man joined them. He was not particularly distinguishable in any way other than he wore the same black-tie uniform as the rest of them. He had a tattoo peeking out from the cuff of his wrist, inking down upon the back of his hand like the continuation of a longer sleeve. He accepted a higher-end package and went off on his own to partake.

It was a surprisingly short amount of time before the man in the chair awakened. Guillaume studied him, puzzled and curious. “An interesting way to take a nap,” he mused.