Andrei stopped, the ground rustling beneath his boot.

It was a faint sound, but in the stillness it carried all the portent of an avalanche.

"He...he seemed fine," he said, bewildered.

Bewildered as to why Imanov wouldn't have told him, as to why-

"He's all right, then. No damage."

It was fairly mild as combat went, a mere scuffle- but the idea that Imanov might have touched the killer, possibly earning himself a place as target next-

Andrei's voice lowered.

"Was he wearing his balaclava?"

Then Isaev remembered the last words Kassian had said, the ones that must have cost him something to utter.

"...you..." he broke off, shaking his head.