His fingertips tattooed a slow rhythm on the tabletop.
"Very much illegal, and as such, foolish to throw around lightly."
He was actually quietly unsettled by Utrov's cavalier overture, jest or not. It was disquieting, to hear a countryman speak such dangerous words, in front of unknown men, after having been on base for less than an afternoon.
"But stupidity isn't a crime. Sodomy is."
Discretion in matters like that was indigenous to every Russian's bones- and especially to the bones of those that indulged.
There was no way Utrov could know of the strangely tolerant place he'd only just landed- for all intents and purposes, a remote outpost offered even less assurance than Moscow, with its parks and underground anonymous pleasures.
Utrov also could not possibly know that Liadov was inclined that way- in fact, the ring on his finger suggested well otherwise.
So why would a stranger even dare to speak of sodomy and unnatural acts to an officer of the Interior Ministry?
More so, what could possibly lead him to do so in the presence of more than one person? Such assignations resolved themselves in intimate dual discourses, not dinner parties.
Liadov frowned, the expression etching deeper between his sullen lips.
"You are slandering the MVD, Captain, in implying that I am a sodomite."
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Date: 2008-01-04 09:17 am (UTC)His fingertips tattooed a slow rhythm on the tabletop.
"Very much illegal, and as such, foolish to throw around lightly."
He was actually quietly unsettled by Utrov's cavalier overture, jest or not. It was disquieting, to hear a countryman speak such dangerous words, in front of unknown men, after having been on base for less than an afternoon.
"But stupidity isn't a crime. Sodomy is."
Discretion in matters like that was indigenous to every Russian's bones- and especially to the bones of those that indulged.
There was no way Utrov could know of the strangely tolerant place he'd only just landed- for all intents and purposes, a remote outpost offered even less assurance than Moscow, with its parks and underground anonymous pleasures.
Utrov also could not possibly know that Liadov was inclined that way- in fact, the ring on his finger suggested well otherwise.
So why would a stranger even dare to speak of sodomy and unnatural acts to an officer of the Interior Ministry?
More so, what could possibly lead him to do so in the presence of more than one person? Such assignations resolved themselves in intimate dual discourses, not dinner parties.
Liadov frowned, the expression etching deeper between his sullen lips.
"You are slandering the MVD, Captain, in implying that I am a sodomite."