http://nikanor-liadov.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nikanor-liadov.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] taras_oleksei 2009-01-19 08:09 pm (UTC)

Nika paused, looking up.

The ice in his glass clinked softly as he raised it to his lips.

The visitor could be anyone; most likely Polya remembering some detail, or Aryol admonishing him for working late yet again, come to drag him home to his quarters.

Though it would have been a little early for them to cross paths; the Specialist was at the range tonight late himself, Liadov knew.

He was about to call out that it was open, when he realized he had locked the door.

Glass in hand, he crossed to the threshhold and turned the latch, pulling the door open.

He saw that it was Oleksei who stood there, boldly out of uniform, straight from the gym by all appearances. Nika's surprise did not register, except as a faint flicker behind his eyes.

"Evening," Nika said politely, taking a mild sip. "What can I do for you, Captain?"

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