There was a small cacophony, suddenly, from both sides, but Nika was belated to respond. He'd never once been caught at a tryst, it was his charmed luck.
Except that it sounded somewhat like Rakitin, and that would be awkward, for a colleague to see him in such a compromising position...
But instinct overrode everything, after all these years in the Internal Service.
"Ruki hver" was the only sound that cut into Liadov's consciousness with absolute clarity. Hands up was a term he knew well and uttered often. He would have responded in his sleep.
When the stranger ripped his attention away to bark, Liadov swiftly pushed up from his position against the tank like a wary mink.
"What-"
There was Polya, he'd been right- he locked eyes with him briefly on impulse.
But it hadn't been Rakitin who shouted the directive.
No, he had only ejaculated some epithet of shock and dismay, which Nika had noted vaguely and regretfully.
But the other-
"Who said that?" he demanded, shoving his hair out of his eyes.
His head whipped around, and he caught sight of the other speaker, who stood illumed against the sodium lights at the other end of the tank row, AK trained on them with a deathgrip, as if he were afraid he might drop it.
"Looks like we're surrounded," he muttered ruefully, under his breath.
He straightened his collar.
"You," he called out to the shadowy GRU officer, raising his hands slightly. "Come here. It's all right. I'm a Major of Internal Service. Everything is copacetic here."
Da, his mind added sarcastically. Here, between the tank rows, in the dark with his belt undone, and his tongue down another man's throat.
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Date: 2007-10-08 11:08 pm (UTC)Except that it sounded somewhat like Rakitin, and that would be awkward, for a colleague to see him in such a compromising position...
But instinct overrode everything, after all these years in the Internal Service.
"Ruki hver" was the only sound that cut into Liadov's consciousness with absolute clarity. Hands up was a term he knew well and uttered often. He would have responded in his sleep.
When the stranger ripped his attention away to bark, Liadov swiftly pushed up from his position against the tank like a wary mink.
"What-"
There was Polya, he'd been right- he locked eyes with him briefly on impulse.
But it hadn't been Rakitin who shouted the directive.
No, he had only ejaculated some epithet of shock and dismay, which Nika had noted vaguely and regretfully.
But the other-
"Who said that?" he demanded, shoving his hair out of his eyes.
His head whipped around, and he caught sight of the other speaker, who stood illumed against the sodium lights at the other end of the tank row, AK trained on them with a deathgrip, as if he were afraid he might drop it.
"Looks like we're surrounded," he muttered ruefully, under his breath.
He straightened his collar.
"You," he called out to the shadowy GRU officer, raising his hands slightly. "Come here. It's all right. I'm a Major of Internal Service. Everything is copacetic here."
Da, his mind added sarcastically. Here, between the tank rows, in the dark with his belt undone, and his tongue down another man's throat.