His eyes settled on the familiar sight of Kirill, lean and insouciant in his full shooting gear, now standing at an open door. Nika was no longer surprised by his creative invasions.
"And then Captain Oleksei appeared, like a gladiator at the gates, intent upon hammering out some pressing issues between us."
His lashes swept downward as he angled his gaze Taras-ward.
"Which were duly satisfied, njet?"
Liadov didn't wait for a reply, but let his lip curl into a faint, dry smile.
"Specialist, MVD Captain Oleksei of Leningrad. Captain, this man is a KGB OMON marksmanship Specialist; he goes by the name of Aryol."
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He kept the words deliberately cryptic.
His eyes settled on the familiar sight of Kirill, lean and insouciant in his full shooting gear, now standing at an open door. Nika was no longer surprised by his creative invasions.
"And then Captain Oleksei appeared, like a gladiator at the gates, intent upon hammering out some pressing issues between us."
His lashes swept downward as he angled his gaze Taras-ward.
"Which were duly satisfied, njet?"
Liadov didn't wait for a reply, but let his lip curl into a faint, dry smile.
"Specialist, MVD Captain Oleksei of Leningrad. Captain, this man is a KGB OMON marksmanship Specialist; he goes by the name of Aryol."