The Groznyj Grad Living Novel

"Sounds like," Kassian muttered.

He caught and held Isaev's eyes for a long moment, saying nothing, but not needing to, either.

Before he moved out, Kassian tugged his balaclava over his head, then fixed his beret in place.

He would rather be part of the crowd, just another anonymous Ocelot, even though the rifle over his shoulder marked him as anything but.

Kassian readjusted his uniform, smoothing it down and straightening his lapels.

Presentable again, he nodded.

He edged out into the yard and followed the sound of the Major's voice. Isaev was right behind him.