Date: 2009-02-18 09:08 am (UTC)
Taras grunted softly, a low growl.

"Those fuckers. Well, then you tell me or the major if you need a break. We'll take care of it."

He shifted in bed, settling. He found the vodka bottle again and set it on the bedside table with a click.

"I mean it, Barshai. It's not trouble. You be sure to say something."

Taras closed his eyes.

"You don't have anyone else to take of...things...for you, do you?"
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