"I don't understand," said Merkurii, shaking his head. "Why would they be...doing those things?"
He exhaled softly, rubbing his chest with an absent hand.
"Why would this Liadov even come back, if they're still at each others' throats...and...how can it not be over?"
Barshai felt a distinct sense of solitude, suddenly. There was no sound from the living room beyond the door. He surmised that Khartov had mellowed out with his vodka, switched off the television and fallen asleep on the plush rug without his shirt.
The large bed was empty without the bulk of another. Empty of breath and presence.
"You've talked to him? Beyond the parameters of the investigation?"
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Date: 2009-02-28 01:12 am (UTC)He exhaled softly, rubbing his chest with an absent hand.
"Why would this Liadov even come back, if they're still at each others' throats...and...how can it not be over?"
Barshai felt a distinct sense of solitude, suddenly. There was no sound from the living room beyond the door. He surmised that Khartov had mellowed out with his vodka, switched off the television and fallen asleep on the plush rug without his shirt.
The large bed was empty without the bulk of another. Empty of breath and presence.
"You've talked to him? Beyond the parameters of the investigation?"