"I know how it works. This is different than that."
He glanced around, looking for his gloves. Earlier, he had pulled them off and tossed them aside haphazardly. Taras spotted them on the floor near the desk. He stepped away to scoop them up.
"Business isn't personal."
Taras tugged on his gloves one at a time, watching Liadov. A slow frown weighted his brow.
"It's not your work that we're really here for, though," he added, quietly.
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Taras gave a firm nod, holding Liadov's gaze.
"I know how it works. This is different than that."
He glanced around, looking for his gloves. Earlier, he had pulled them off and tossed them aside haphazardly. Taras spotted them on the floor near the desk. He stepped away to scoop them up.
"Business isn't personal."
Taras tugged on his gloves one at a time, watching Liadov. A slow frown weighted his brow.
"It's not your work that we're really here for, though," he added, quietly.