Taras stared up into the darkness, eyes flicking back and forth uncertainly.
He was silent for a long pause.
"Da," he said, finally. He spoke slowly, voice hushed. "Okei. I'll see that. I don't...know much about ballet."
Taras exhaled, pushing himself up again. He reached for the vodka and took a short pull, letting the heat of it burn through him.
He licked his lips.
"You know, I take care of things for Major Isaev. I look after them, because he has a lot on his mind. It's not easy for him here, with that cat-faced detective. So I try to do things without him having to ask. Smooth things out for him."
Taras fell silent again. He let his eyes close.
"I know you're important to Isaev. So if you have trouble with something, you can tell me. If it's Khartov or your...dancemaster or anyone else, and I'll...look out for you."
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Date: 2009-02-18 06:31 pm (UTC)He was silent for a long pause.
"Da," he said, finally. He spoke slowly, voice hushed. "Okei. I'll see that. I don't...know much about ballet."
Taras exhaled, pushing himself up again. He reached for the vodka and took a short pull, letting the heat of it burn through him.
He licked his lips.
"You know, I take care of things for Major Isaev. I look after them, because he has a lot on his mind. It's not easy for him here, with that cat-faced detective. So I try to do things without him having to ask. Smooth things out for him."
Taras fell silent again. He let his eyes close.
"I know you're important to Isaev. So if you have trouble with something, you can tell me. If it's Khartov or your...dancemaster or anyone else, and I'll...look out for you."