She had never been able to control that reaction, blushing in front of men. An old boyfriend had told her it was charming, once. It closer to inconvenient. An immediate sign of embarrassment, or in this case...
Anya could not look at Major Liadov. It was surreal to see him, like this, face to face. Telephone calls and correspondence were not quite the same.
It occurred to her that he looked thinner than she'd seen him last, his face sallow, almost haggard. Still, his gaze was as keen as ever, and she could feel him staring at her now.
Anya turned to Major Isaev, and slapped him.
"How dare you," she whispered, stung.
She glanced at Major Liadov, not quite meeting his eyes.
"Look at you. Look at both of you. Fighting like boys, in front of all these people. You should be ashamed of yourselves. You're bringing shame to the Ministry."
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She had never been able to control that reaction, blushing in front of men. An old boyfriend had told her it was charming, once. It closer to inconvenient. An immediate sign of embarrassment, or in this case...
Anya could not look at Major Liadov. It was surreal to see him, like this, face to face. Telephone calls and correspondence were not quite the same.
It occurred to her that he looked thinner than she'd seen him last, his face sallow, almost haggard. Still, his gaze was as keen as ever, and she could feel him staring at her now.
Anya turned to Major Isaev, and slapped him.
"How dare you," she whispered, stung.
She glanced at Major Liadov, not quite meeting his eyes.
"Look at you. Look at both of you. Fighting like boys, in front of all these people. You should be ashamed of yourselves. You're bringing shame to the Ministry."