Taras leaned forward, pressing into Liadov's personal space, intruding through force of sheer muscular bulk and bristling presence. His gaze bored into Liadov's, searching it furiously for long moments.
"By your own words, you prove it," he finally said.
Taras shook his head, letting out a breath through clenched teeth.
"You assume I'm here on his behalf. That's the first thing you thought."
He glanced down, realizing suddenly that Liadov was bare-chested under his grey MVD coat.
Taras scowled.
"That he told me to come here in the middle of the night and fuck with your stuff even though you just said that it wouldn't be like him to do that."
Liadov stared back at him. It was almost surreal to stand this close, remembering Red Square. Liadov had been bare-chested then too, an arrow-pierced martyr who Taras had rubbed one out with.
His jaw went taut.
"You say you know him, but you don't even think twice. You just assume the worst."
He leaned as close to Liadov as he could without touching him.
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"By your own words, you prove it," he finally said.
Taras shook his head, letting out a breath through clenched teeth.
"You assume I'm here on his behalf. That's the first thing you thought."
He glanced down, realizing suddenly that Liadov was bare-chested under his grey MVD coat.
Taras scowled.
"That he told me to come here in the middle of the night and fuck with your stuff even though you just said that it wouldn't be like him to do that."
Liadov stared back at him. It was almost surreal to stand this close, remembering Red Square. Liadov had been bare-chested then too, an arrow-pierced martyr who Taras had rubbed one out with.
His jaw went taut.
"You say you know him, but you don't even think twice. You just assume the worst."
He leaned as close to Liadov as he could without touching him.
"Does that make it easier, you prick?"