Taras frowned suddenly, and his fingers paused at Liadov's crotch.
"I don't...think he has," he said, slowly.
He found the thought disconcerting. Taras glanced around them, though he knew if bugs were present, they would be small and carefully hidden.
He shook his head.
"I guess we'll find out tomorrow."
If Isaev had bugged the Liadov's office, and learned what they were doing, there was no way he could have such knowledge and act as if he did not.
He glanced up. Liadov's face was close to his, gaze goading, eyes vivid, living green. Taras felt his loins pulse with unexpected heat, his response hard and visceral.
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Date: 2009-01-23 09:19 am (UTC)"I don't...think he has," he said, slowly.
He found the thought disconcerting. Taras glanced around them, though he knew if bugs were present, they would be small and carefully hidden.
He shook his head.
"I guess we'll find out tomorrow."
If Isaev had bugged the Liadov's office, and learned what they were doing, there was no way he could have such knowledge and act as if he did not.
He glanced up. Liadov's face was close to his, gaze goading, eyes vivid, living green. Taras felt his loins pulse with unexpected heat, his response hard and visceral.
Taras swallowed, glancing down again.
"You're drunk, aren't you?"