http://capt-kasya.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] capt-kasya.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] taras_oleksei 2009-08-21 04:38 pm (UTC)

Kassian exhaled.

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.

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