"Inside...?" Taras started, then scowled, feral and fierce.
He didn't want to know.
Taras surged forward and grabbed the dancer by his collar, taking up fistfuls of material, pulling his slumped form up and out of the chair, leaning in close.
"Sledí za bazárom," he growled.
He was really going to have to do something about that tape, now. Those words were worse than the confession about Isaev's mother. Anyone could twist them to be damning, even if they weren't.
Though they sounded...
Barshov smelled like sweat and blood. He was just heavy enough that Taras had to strain a little to hold him out of the chair, but not so heavy he couldn't. Still, Barshov must have honed his body with exercise until it was nearly all muscle. That was a man's weight, solid and real.
"Watch what you say, or I'll have you on your knees."
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Date: 2008-06-15 12:48 am (UTC)He didn't want to know.
Taras surged forward and grabbed the dancer by his collar, taking up fistfuls of material, pulling his slumped form up and out of the chair, leaning in close.
"Sledí za bazárom," he growled.
He was really going to have to do something about that tape, now. Those words were worse than the confession about Isaev's mother. Anyone could twist them to be damning, even if they weren't.
Though they sounded...
Barshov smelled like sweat and blood. He was just heavy enough that Taras had to strain a little to hold him out of the chair, but not so heavy he couldn't. Still, Barshov must have honed his body with exercise until it was nearly all muscle. That was a man's weight, solid and real.
"Watch what you say, or I'll have you on your knees."