Where there's truth, there will be lies?

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Getting away from the studio had been easier then Lex had thought. Of course, Trumper throwing a temper tantrum and distracting all the reporters helped immensely. And Anatoly had been just as ready to get out of their as Lex had been.

Though, the closer their cab got back to the hotel, the more anxious Anatoly got and by the time they arrived, Lex had a hand in the Russian's curls and was saying soft Russian sayings in his ear to get him to focus and calm down. Lex, on the other hand, was just more keyed up, back in his element, in a game he'd been trained from birth to play.

Once back at the hotel, Lex had to practically drag Anatoly up to his room, once he got the number out of him. There they stood by the closed door, the only barrier now between them and Florence Vassey. Ideally, Lex didn't want the coming conversation with Anatoly's former lover either, but it had to be done. After glancing around to be sure the hallway was empty, Lex pulled Anatoly close to him by the hand he'd placed at the small of the Russian's back in it's usual comfort place so that their foreheads touched. "Just remember. We owe this to her. Better she finds out from us then De Courcey or Trumper. And I'll be with you, the entire time, I swear Tolya." He placed a soft kiss on Anatoly's lips then released him to open the hotel room door.

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Since the interview turned free for all, the phone had been ringing off the hook. Florence had answered the first few calls, too stunned to do anything but fall back on established lines developed so long ago. Anatoly had come here to play chess and only chess, the way the media surrounded him was disgraceful, of course she stood by his comments... anything that would deflect the questions until he returned and she could ask him what the hell he was doing.

And god, this stranger? Who the hell was he and how did he know so much about this affair? For that matter, how did he even know Anatoly? Certainly, he'd never so much breathed that he knew someone so well-connected as this stranger obviously was.

Angry and terrified, she'd commanded the operator that no calls were to come through unless it was from Anatoly himself and waited for him to come back and explain herself.

Several agonizing hours later, she heard the door open and she sprang up from her seat. "Anatoly?" She checked as she saw he was not alone, that the man who had interrupted the interview was with him.

"Alright, what the hell is going on? Who is he? What is he doing here?"