As Ocelot came back, Liadov spared him a glance. He was twirling his gun and looking thoughtful, with a furrowed brow and a preoccupied air.

"Your unit is fascinating, Major. Like a bevy of blond quail."

Irinarhov notwithstanding.

"They're handpicked," was all Ocelot said, resuming his place against the wall.

"I think I'll begin with first respondants," decided Liadov. "The report claims that someone called 'the Furry' was the first on the scene. First to observe the body."

Nika studied the clipboard.

"...'The Furry'?" he repeated, throwing a mildly incredulous glance at Ocelot.

"I think that's a misprint," Ocelot said.