Taras held Lasha's gaze, his mismatched eyes steady and solemn.
"Da," he said, with a single nod. "Like no one else, Lasha."
He thought about what Lasha had said. Aleksandr would be wise not to trust Cheslav the way Lasha trusted Taras, if Cheslav treated his friends anywhere close to the way he treated his son.
Taras made a noise in the back of his throat, low and disgruntled. He narrowed his eyes.
"Guess your father wouldn't be happy if I killed my father, huh. Guess I shouldn't."
He paused, then looked up.
"I want to, though. I've been thinking about it ever since you told me about what he did."
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"Da," he said, with a single nod. "Like no one else, Lasha."
He thought about what Lasha had said. Aleksandr would be wise not to trust Cheslav the way Lasha trusted Taras, if Cheslav treated his friends anywhere close to the way he treated his son.
Taras made a noise in the back of his throat, low and disgruntled. He narrowed his eyes.
"Guess your father wouldn't be happy if I killed my father, huh. Guess I shouldn't."
He paused, then looked up.
"I want to, though. I've been thinking about it ever since you told me about what he did."