Rakitin moved past Kassian, kneeling down next to the body. Kassian straightened, and stepped away.
He'd liked Gurlukovich. The kid had always been friendly, in spite of Kassian's reticence, never taking it personally the way others apparently did, nor had he pushed too hard.
After a moment, he looked over at Imanov.
Imanov's face was pale, mouth slack, eyes glassy, and right then, he looked young too.
Kassian walked back to Imanov, stopping at his side.
Imanov didn't look at him.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out, and put a hand on Imanov's arm. Somehow, given the circumstances, he couldn't hate himself for doing it, either.
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He'd liked Gurlukovich. The kid had always been friendly, in spite of Kassian's reticence, never taking it personally the way others apparently did, nor had he pushed too hard.
After a moment, he looked over at Imanov.
Imanov's face was pale, mouth slack, eyes glassy, and right then, he looked young too.
Kassian walked back to Imanov, stopping at his side.
Imanov didn't look at him.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out, and put a hand on Imanov's arm. Somehow, given the circumstances, he couldn't hate himself for doing it, either.