He hadn't expected that Khartov would be the one to answer the phone, and for a few moments, he couldn't think of a legitimate reason he would have called Ilarion's apartment.
The long-haired danseur was not a legitimate reason.
A second ticked by, then another.
"Khartov," he said brusquely, grimacing. "This is Oleksei."
He switched hands, pressing the receiver to his other ear.
"I'm checking in. Is everything all right there? No problems?"
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Date: 2009-02-16 11:01 am (UTC)He hadn't expected that Khartov would be the one to answer the phone, and for a few moments, he couldn't think of a legitimate reason he would have called Ilarion's apartment.
The long-haired danseur was not a legitimate reason.
A second ticked by, then another.
"Khartov," he said brusquely, grimacing. "This is Oleksei."
He switched hands, pressing the receiver to his other ear.
"I'm checking in. Is everything all right there? No problems?"