[It was definitely an opportunity, but for him, it involved starting from scratch, which was never particularly a good place to start from after so many years invested in getting his own agenda off the ground and so close to completion. He didn't have the same resources, the same clout, or the same political background in order to lean on people the same way he could have where he was from. Of course, a new opportunity wouldn't deter him either, but it was a tiring thought at times when he sat alone in the assigned apartments considering all that needed to be done.
And now knowing that there were certain elements from his world here, he would have to be careful. The power of words was one that he knew very well and the opinions of others often fell heavily with those that spoke and had established themselves in high regard. He would have to play very carefully and be in a position to either keep people quiet or not in a position where they should talk of him at all.
In asking for a name, he knew he put her in a difficult position. That's where he wanted her, since she had approached him. It put her in the position of having him ask questions, to dig for details of her life, who she associated with and how much other people found her presence comforting or interesting.
With great politeness, he extended his hand to her for them to shake. Like civilized adults. Also, to physically show that he was not at all intimidated by her despite being aware that she could likely best him. He had given her no reason to and if she attacked him, there were enough witnesses that he could easily paint the picture slanted in his favour.]
A pleasure to meet you, Miss Orlova. A fine Russian name, if I do say so. For some reason, you remind me of someone else, but let's be honest, I've met my share of Soviets in my time in office.
[He smiled at her, warm and welcoming.]
Glad to know that my reputation proceeds me. Now is it because we are on the same work crew or from the same place in this vast universe?
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And now knowing that there were certain elements from his world here, he would have to be careful. The power of words was one that he knew very well and the opinions of others often fell heavily with those that spoke and had established themselves in high regard. He would have to play very carefully and be in a position to either keep people quiet or not in a position where they should talk of him at all.
In asking for a name, he knew he put her in a difficult position. That's where he wanted her, since she had approached him. It put her in the position of having him ask questions, to dig for details of her life, who she associated with and how much other people found her presence comforting or interesting.
With great politeness, he extended his hand to her for them to shake. Like civilized adults. Also, to physically show that he was not at all intimidated by her despite being aware that she could likely best him. He had given her no reason to and if she attacked him, there were enough witnesses that he could easily paint the picture slanted in his favour.]
A pleasure to meet you, Miss Orlova. A fine Russian name, if I do say so. For some reason, you remind me of someone else, but let's be honest, I've met my share of Soviets in my time in office.
[He smiled at her, warm and welcoming.]
Glad to know that my reputation proceeds me. Now is it because we are on the same work crew or from the same place in this vast universe?