Date: 2009-08-17 11:04 pm (UTC)
"A lark. Right," Taras muttered, dutifully.

He pushed the meaning of the words away from him.

"I know, Lasha. I just..."

Taras shook himself, shrugging it off.

"It doesn't matter. You're right. I just need to get used to working with him. That's all."

That, at least, was true, Taras thought. He already knew Liadov on a more personal level. The fact that he had actually ended up liking the guy made it more complicated.

He sat silently for a few moments, not drinking.

"Last night you said something. That you would call Aleksandr. Ask him to cancel the order, since Liadov was so angry about it."

Taras turned his head slowly.

"You don't think you need to do that anymore," he finished, not a question.
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