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Caimlyn had never considered that a human could experience
horrors similar to those his own people had, particularly one who had grown up in the environs of the Federation. He felt bad that he had made her bring up those sad memories. "It sounds like St. Petersburg is a beautiful place." She granted him a smile, a real one, putting the nightmares of her past behind her. IT was a skill she had learned long ago. Without it, she would have gone mad. "I will show you the beauty of the Russian culture. Have you ever tried vodka, Caimlyn Shainenevich?" Caimlyn shook his head. "What is this vodka?" he asked with a great deal of curiosity. Her smile grew slightly predatory. "You will love it. I know many
wonderful vodka drinks." Russians, all Russians, not just assassins, took a sick pleasure in introducing non-Russians to the 'joys' of vodka. She wondered if he'd ever had real alcohol. "Now," she said, changing subjects. "What brings the brother of an ambassador into the Federation? Your family must have power and wealth. Why are you an ensign in Starfleet?" Caimlyn was more than curious about these vodka drinks, but he had a feeling he was going to regret trying them out. "Well, it seemed like the fastest way to get out and see the universe. Starfleet offers so many possibilities. If I had stayed at home, I would probably had to become a diplomat like my sister. It was not something I was really interested in." (Katya?)
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