[Natasha likes the seedier sides of cities. they're comfortable in ways that high society never can be, particularly for one who's made a life of frequenting places most would avoid. she's spent more time in Paris' underbelly during her years than most will in a lifetime; like any of the places she has safe houses, it's as close to 'home' as she really knows. some days more so than S.H.I.E.L.D. even
she's visiting a contact at a local cafe when she spots the woman sitting alone, nursing a wine bottle and, strangely enough, reading a Russian paper. Natasha knows enough about people to know the woman doesn't quite read Cyrillic -- not enough to comprehend a news story, at any rate -- and that alone intrigues her enough to step over, giving the woman a smile]
It's not often I meet others from the motherland. [the Russian comes naturally, easily, the sign of a native speaker. one from near Stalingrad]
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she's visiting a contact at a local cafe when she spots the woman sitting alone, nursing a wine bottle and, strangely enough, reading a Russian paper. Natasha knows enough about people to know the woman doesn't quite read Cyrillic -- not enough to comprehend a news story, at any rate -- and that alone intrigues her enough to step over, giving the woman a smile]
It's not often I meet others from the motherland. [the Russian comes naturally, easily, the sign of a native speaker. one from near Stalingrad]