When he opened his eyes and checked his watch, it was past midnight, and someone was banging on the door.
"Andrushushka!" the individual hissed. "Da vai!"
It sounded like Igor Timorovich.
"Za chem?" he tossed back, playfully. Ha. As if he'd really forgotten about the night's main event.
He rolled out from beneath his bunk and pulled on his striped shirt, buttoning and belting his jacket over it. Then he pulled on his gloves, scarf and beret.
Charushkin and he would switch to black gloves and balaclavas before they attempted to snatch Vladislaus from the GRU barracks.
He pushed open the door of his bunk room and found Ocelots milling about in the hall, cagey and grinning, chattering amongst themselves.
"This looks like a fucking Bolshoi audition," he cracked, grinning at his comrades. "Are you here to try out for Swan Lake?"
He glanced around, not seeing Matvei, or for that matter, Irinarhov.
Andrei glanced at Fyeodor, also a junior lieutenant.
"Where's Motya?" he asked, frowning.
"He's up and about. Getting rope, I think," the Ocelot added with a grin.
"Ah, very good," aid Andrei, crossing over to the door he assumed was Irinarhov's, as it was Captains' quarters, and previously empty.
No need to make a big deal of it. He was one of them, and he needed to go with them.
Andrei raised his fist and pounded smartly on the door, a military-style knock, succint and audible.
"Irinarhov," he called. "Hands off your cock, bratan. Duty calls."
The welcoming committee would shortly be in session.
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Date: 2006-09-07 12:55 am (UTC)When he opened his eyes and checked his watch, it was past midnight, and someone was banging on the door.
"Andrushushka!" the individual hissed. "Da vai!"
It sounded like Igor Timorovich.
"Za chem?" he tossed back, playfully. Ha. As if he'd really forgotten about the night's main event.
He rolled out from beneath his bunk and pulled on his striped shirt, buttoning and belting his jacket over it. Then he pulled on his gloves, scarf and beret.
Charushkin and he would switch to black gloves and balaclavas before they attempted to snatch Vladislaus from the GRU barracks.
He pushed open the door of his bunk room and found Ocelots milling about in the hall, cagey and grinning, chattering amongst themselves.
"This looks like a fucking Bolshoi audition," he cracked, grinning at his comrades. "Are you here to try out for Swan Lake?"
He glanced around, not seeing Matvei, or for that matter, Irinarhov.
Andrei glanced at Fyeodor, also a junior lieutenant.
"Where's Motya?" he asked, frowning.
"He's up and about. Getting rope, I think," the Ocelot added with a grin.
"Ah, very good," aid Andrei, crossing over to the door he assumed was Irinarhov's, as it was Captains' quarters, and previously empty.
No need to make a big deal of it. He was one of them, and he needed to go with them.
Andrei raised his fist and pounded smartly on the door, a military-style knock, succint and audible.
"Irinarhov," he called. "Hands off your cock, bratan. Duty calls."
The welcoming committee would shortly be in session.