"Is that what you were doing in Red Square? Looking for someone like me?"
He eyed Liadov narrowly, holding his gaze. There was a consideration in Liadov's eyes, a measured challenge, the look of a predator who had its choice of prey.
"I shouldn't have done anything, but I was drunk. I was riled up and I wanted to - "
He broke off, shaking his head.
"It doesn't matter."
Taras stepped toward Liadov again, coming to a stop an arm's length away.
"I didn't come here to hurt you. I didn't even come here to fuck with your stuff. I didn't touch anything."
He scowled.
"I don't know why I came," he added, more quietly. "But that doesn't matter either. I just want you to stop fucking with Lasha."
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"Is that what you were doing in Red Square? Looking for someone like me?"
He eyed Liadov narrowly, holding his gaze. There was a consideration in Liadov's eyes, a measured challenge, the look of a predator who had its choice of prey.
"I shouldn't have done anything, but I was drunk. I was riled up and I wanted to - "
He broke off, shaking his head.
"It doesn't matter."
Taras stepped toward Liadov again, coming to a stop an arm's length away.
"I didn't come here to hurt you. I didn't even come here to fuck with your stuff. I didn't touch anything."
He scowled.
"I don't know why I came," he added, more quietly. "But that doesn't matter either. I just want you to stop fucking with Lasha."