Date: 2009-02-02 08:09 am (UTC)
Nika paused, forcing a smile, but it was chagrined.

He exhaled, clasping the back of his own neck with his hand and lifting his gaze to Aryol's.

"So you know what we were doing," he said, not quite a question.

Liadov released himself and crossed his arms, shaking his head.

"It's not what I planned on, Kirill. It's not that I needed anyone else."

Nika looked him in the eyes, to reinforce his words.

"When he said it was MVD business, he wasn't entirely wrong. We'd met before, in what you might call a Ministry capacity. It's a long story."
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