Where's there's truth, there will be lies...

As Anatoly made his escape from Julian, he couldn't help but wonder just why he was bothered so much. He might - did care very deeply about Lex, but they had made no promises, swore no vows. They had not even talked about what it was they shared, not really. Lex was perfectly within his rights to give gifts as he willed. This was all very straightforward, very logical, and yet he was distinctly unsettled.

It took a few minutes of looking, but he found Lex and navigated his way through the crowd. Gently, he touched his shoulder and leaned forward to whisper in Russian, keeping his face as neutral as possible. "Can I talk to you for a moment, away from this crowd?"