Ilarion frowned, idly scratching his jaw lightly with a tapered index finger.

"There's a protocol in place for military men. Sort of a transitional program. You learn the ropes working as a regular militsant. Violent crimes can use you in our investigations. And then, if you want to be a detective, perhaps we bring you in."

Lasha yawned gently. It was warm and soothing by the porcelain tiled stove.

"I'll let Oleksei supervise you, one on one."

There was a menacing lilt in his voice, almost imperceptible.

"Or maybe I'll do it myself."