Isaev cringed, slightly, and looked down, unable to repress a slight groan at the unwitting faux pas.
He'd suspected.
He hadn't been certain. After all, Leshovik might have been involved with Lynx. It seemed likely.
But what other reason was there to have a spotter who was the spitting image of your ex-lover, if not that.
Even if it was true that they were lovers, Andrei had counted on Leshovik's upright, uptight persona and aloofness to avoid confirming anything in front of other mens' eyes.
But he'd been thoroughly trumped. Confirmation before his very eyes, and an utter shock to Kasya's, he thought, not wanting to meet his comrade's face just yet.
But a glance at Viktor revealed an equally stricken face to the one he would have imagined on Irinarhov.
As if Viktor was also in possession of a sobering and unsettling epiphany.
Isaev turned abruptly to Kassian, with a swift swing of his hair, rubbing his temples.
"...and....that's the surprise I wasn't planning to give you."
Kasya's face was so bereft of expression as to seem suspended in amber.
What he was thinking, for once Isaev could not contrive to guess.
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Date: 2007-08-27 07:12 pm (UTC)He'd suspected.
He hadn't been certain. After all, Leshovik might have been involved with Lynx. It seemed likely.
But what other reason was there to have a spotter who was the spitting image of your ex-lover, if not that.
Even if it was true that they were lovers, Andrei had counted on Leshovik's upright, uptight persona and aloofness to avoid confirming anything in front of other mens' eyes.
But he'd been thoroughly trumped. Confirmation before his very eyes, and an utter shock to Kasya's, he thought, not wanting to meet his comrade's face just yet.
But a glance at Viktor revealed an equally stricken face to the one he would have imagined on Irinarhov.
As if Viktor was also in possession of a sobering and unsettling epiphany.
Isaev turned abruptly to Kassian, with a swift swing of his hair, rubbing his temples.
"...and....that's the surprise I wasn't planning to give you."
Kasya's face was so bereft of expression as to seem suspended in amber.
What he was thinking, for once Isaev could not contrive to guess.