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Indeed they were. Loud & obnoxious was the American forte.

Though one couldn't gather exactly what it was that was being discussed among the few trudging uneasily (though the unease was masked with their loud banter) through the snow.
The rumours were true: Truman opposed the spread of communism and would soon be publicly expressing his intention to 'protect the free world.'
In the mean time, America had made gathering information its top priority.
When able to slip under the radar, the United States had a habit of dropping political pawns where they weren't wanted. Such men slipped through using political loop holes and negligent security enforcement.
Today, three of the said 'pawns' were on their way from a private conference that had been meant to clarify opposing opinions on a more 'intimate' level. No success. Perspectives were still as chaotic as ever and the meeting had only served to worsen opinions on either side of the table.

Such was the topic of conversation being held between the foreigners as they moved down the opposite street towards their designated resting points. It could be noted, that their discussion was quite cautious in spite of being noisy. They did not mention anything of value.
All three men were dressed heavily; more susceptible to the frigid weather then the natives. The strangest aspect of their presence was their presence itself. They had the audacity to walk freely through the streets of Russia without concern. It was as if they were trying to attract an attack.

It seemed they were systematically dropping one another off at separate locations. Anyone curious enough to fallow would notice they the three had exercised no caution in concealing their sleeping whereabouts. Their group dwindled to a solo member. The one whom had been wearing a white parka. He moved casually towards his own quarters, hands in his pockets. His steps were strangely slow to spite his shoulders shaking and his demeanour becoming openly miserably after the last of his friends had left his side. It was as though he was forcing his steps to pace themselves.

Furrowing his brows ever so slightly as the noise approached and passed where he stood he observed the three departing from one another shouting goodbyes and what not to each other as they presumably settled down for the rest of the day.
Ivan was partially fluent in English, though he had to take some time to translate what he wanted to say and his English tended to sound fairly broken. It was also a hindrance that Americans talked so quickly.
Nevertheless it was his duty to observe the ridiculous enemy, so, ever so discretely the tall Russian made his way at a relaxed pace after the bespectacled American who seemed to be in his element in the Russian city.
To Ivan's amusement the other seemed frozen despite the many layers of clothing he seemed to be wearing.

He allowed a considerable distance separate them, he was in no rush and the foot prints in the snow weren't going to disappear any time soon.
Crossing near the pedestrian crossing just opposite where the grand and beautifully sculpted St Basils stood, he had to shield his face from the snow which was currently being pelted into his eyes from the wind which had conveniently changed direction and resulted in partially obscuring his line of vision.
Other Muscovites who were out on the streets at this time had started to almost blend in with where the other male was going.
It wasn't all that hard to make out the other from the crowd however, thankfully.
He watched as the other turned a corner down by Gusevskoy Crystal, picking up his pace slightly, his hands in his pockets one of which contained a standard combat blade, he made it around the corner and squinted around.
The other seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Well wasn't that just dandy? He was almost definite the other was unaware of him following him, he hadn't been that obvious, or perhaps the other wasn't as stupid as he'd let on to be.
The only other place he could have went to was down an alley to the right hand side. Without further hesitation he made his way down that said alley, at least both old walls on either side shielded any passers by from the bitter winds and snowflakes.
Cautiously he made his way past the few rubbish bins in the alley, keeping an eye out in case the other was hiding somewhere.
He listened out but heard nothing, no sounds of rushing or slow footsteps.
Mentally he hummed to himself ''Come out come out wherever you are idiot capitalist~'' had he sang this out loud others who may be passing this way also would definitely question his sanity, so he kept the tune to himself.

To Ivan's credit, Alfred had been unable to pinpoint his stalker during the greater part of his stroll. This was somewhat miraculous considering how prepared the American had been to do just that. Ivan was extremely agile for his size; however...his tall stature would still prove to be his downfall.
Unknown to the predator trailing behind him, Alfred had hidden a mirror in his pocket. Whenever he moved to wipe his nose, he concealed it in his palm and glanced in its reflection. It allowed him to see behind him without turning. A simple method, but effective nonetheless. His attention had been drawn to Ivan due to the Russian's enviable height.

The blizzard, passing pedestrians and the (preplanned) colour of Alfred's coat all aided in his escape from his stalker's sights. The land's beautiful architecture was lost on Alfred as he focused on the distance growing between himself and the target. The American slyly navigated his steps in a way that tilted the odds in his favour.

Passing by a groove in the alley way and still seeing nothing he was about to turn around when he heard the distinct tell tale sounds of a revolver right behind him.
Smiling widely at the familiar sound, he remained with his back turned to the other as it was common procedure not to move so suddenly while there was an idiot carrying a gun behind your back. It was clearly loaded and he wasn't in the mood to have gashes so early in the day.
He took in his surroundings silently for a moment, he needn't go for the knife in his pocket. That wouldn't necessarily suffice against a gun.
To his left against the wall was an old pipe, frozen over from the ice. It wasn't out of his reach and was long enough and jagged enough to efficiently swipe at the other. So he kept that pipe in mind for later as he remained standing.

''Prevyet Amerikanskiye..'' he started in his rather childish voice, laced with a thick Russian accent (obviously).
Now this was the fun part, he had to try and remember those common English phrases without having a language barrier come between them.

''Vy are planning on killing me, in my home town with the army barracks only a half block away, da? They'll hear you. You'd not be wise to try it. Besides you have not a valid reason to kill me or point a gun at me, da?''
Hm That sounded relatively plausible.
All the while he moved slightly, but not obviously, in the direction of the pipe.
Once he had it in his grasp he cleared his throat and concealed the said item in his long thick coat.

"-Stop shifting around." The revolvers tip pressed more sternly into the others back. Alfred would have preferred his weapon to rest at the back of Ivan's skull, but he wasn't quite tall enough to position it that way comfortably.
His blue eyes narrowed as the other murmured something in Russian. What a hideous language. It sounded like it's speaker was choking or about to cough.

"There are plenty of reasons I'd like to splatter your commie blood all over the snow, but you're right. That wouldn't benefit me much now, would it?" His voice was very low; Nearly a hiss.
Alfred's shoulders filched as his 'prisoner's' upper body moved in an odd manner.
"...Stop. Moving. Jus' because I don't want to, doesn't mean I won't."

The American had purposely avoided giving a helpful answer as to why he was holding Ivan at gunpoint. He figured the less his captive knew, the easier he'd be to handle.
It had become evident rather quickly (due to losses) that if a Russian followed you, it was likely he had a license to kill. Men given the power to kill by their government are typically ones of high authority.
And men of high authority are gifted with more political knowledge then men without.
Alfred and his comrades had been placed in Moscow as decoys.
Their orders had been to attract at least one of the Soviet Union's security agents (by any means necessary) then contact headquarters for instructions to smuggle their hostage into Turkey for extensive questioning. If Ivan was successfully captured, the events to follow would probably result in his torture and execution.

"Start emptying out your pockets. Throw your weapons behind you. Do it slowly."
Alfred knew he would have to pat down the others body before being sure everything dangerous had been dispelled, but the less weapons being held by his prisoner before physical contact, the better. Any hesitation to follow instructions would result in a sharp pistol-whip between the taller man's shoulder blades. There was no time to waste - Alfred had to pull things together fast and get out of the open with his target.

Ivan who was clearly not the type to follow orders from those he mentally deemed worthless and especially not from foreigners, fought back the urge to respond with a sarcastic remark on the others previous statement.
He figured if he was seen to 'comply' with the others 'orders' of emptying his pockets that all would go well.
'Seem' being the key word.
He paused for a moment saying nothing, just listening to the northerly wind as it whistled though one of the cracks in the wall next to him.
His grip was firm on the metal pipe under his winter coat, slipping his free hand into his pockets he proceeded to empty out the following; some spare Rubles, an empty alcohol canister and some other useless things.
He wasn't however going to drop anything of value to the other.

''Forgive me, but that's all I seem to have on my person...from that pocket'' he said a slight smirk playing on his features even though the other couldn't see it.

''I'll clear out my other pocket now. . .you might be more interested in its contents da?''
Without hesitation he gently moved his left hand which was grasping the pipe in a motion that looked like he was reaching for his pocket. Instead he spun around, jagged pipe aimed directly at the others gun hand effectively causing the other to retract it out of instinct to save it from being broken by the sheer force of the metal pipe.
The gun was dropped leaving the other to almost do a moon walk back, compliments of the snow, despite the new turn in events the Russian wasn't going to take the other lightly any more.

The man before him was quite small (by his standards seeing as how he was quite the giant), his winter hat had fallen off revealing the most untameable cow-lick known to man kind, it was partially massing, but Ivan wasn't quite in the mood to laugh. He was in quite the different mood.

''Now vy will listen to me, da? I, unlike vy will not hesitate to kill you, regardless of where I may have found you be it in my country, which you shouldn't be in, or yours. Vy will be so kind as to accompany me for a nice long walk in the snow and you won't be trying anything of the funny sort nyet?''

{*Gasp* I wonder what's going to happen now? *Kills you all with suspense* Bahahaha-Hope you liked this chapter everyone ! :) }