- Should I be nervous, miss Grubozaboyschikov? - he asked, his speech slowing down when he had to pronounce her name. He led her out of the residential area, through a couple of corridors and into a larger hall of sorts. It was rectangular, containing a number of shop-like offices on both sides. One of the corners featured an entrance to a bar instead of an office. It was a small place with few clients, but Clarke confidently led them both inside. The bar had almost stereotypical interior of a Gaian place of recreation, with a variety of plants decorating the somewhat dark interior.
