He glanced at the chair and inclined his head slightly.
"Da," he said, softly. "Sit."
He took a sip of cognac and leaned back into his chair, holding it beneath his nose so that he could smell the bouquet. Not a bad vintage; Taras had chosen well. Ilarion felt a moment of absurd and surreal pride, which amused him.
The tiny smile transferred onto his lips unwittingly.
"It has been an extremely pleasant day, Captain Irinarhov. In all likelihood you will find me unseasonably agreeable. Say what you came to say."
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"Cryptic little man, aren't you."
He glanced at the chair and inclined his head slightly.
"Da," he said, softly. "Sit."
He took a sip of cognac and leaned back into his chair, holding it beneath his nose so that he could smell the bouquet. Not a bad vintage; Taras had chosen well. Ilarion felt a moment of absurd and surreal pride, which amused him.
The tiny smile transferred onto his lips unwittingly.
"It has been an extremely pleasant day, Captain Irinarhov. In all likelihood you will find me unseasonably agreeable. Say what you came to say."