He smoothed down the front of his uniform with an absent hand, raising the glass of vodka to his lips and taking a pull. It hurt a little as it went down. That was good. Cleansing.
He grabbed the bottle of vodka, and sat it down on the endtable next to the cognac.
"May I sit, Major?"
Kassian indicated the other chair.
"I have a few things to tell you, and..."
He paused, his jaw working. For a moment, all he could remember was punching the younger Lasha in the mouth.
Isaev's demeanor was far from that sneering youth's, however. He had matured into a much more refined and calculating man, though now, out of the crisp grey uniform, and in luxurious bedclothes, Ilarion almost seemed benign.
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He smoothed down the front of his uniform with an absent hand, raising the glass of vodka to his lips and taking a pull. It hurt a little as it went down. That was good. Cleansing.
He grabbed the bottle of vodka, and sat it down on the endtable next to the cognac.
"May I sit, Major?"
Kassian indicated the other chair.
"I have a few things to tell you, and..."
He paused, his jaw working. For a moment, all he could remember was punching the younger Lasha in the mouth.
Isaev's demeanor was far from that sneering youth's, however. He had matured into a much more refined and calculating man, though now, out of the crisp grey uniform, and in luxurious bedclothes, Ilarion almost seemed benign.
"...and a favor to ask," he finished.