"I don't have much of an education," he said with a shrug. "I just read some. I left school to work in a factory. Metalworking, before I went to the war."
It made him wonder about Major Raikov, though. Ocelot had implied that it had been Raikov who'd arranged Kassian's transfer. A man that well-educated and intelligent must have had a plan, put some thought behind it, not just a whim.
And he was Colonel Volgin's lover? No wonder Ocelot had been so disturbed by the accusation of liaisons between himself and the other major. Kassian started to doubt if his advice to Ocelot had actually been that sound.
He shrugged to himself. Too late now.
His gaze turned back to Borishnakov. "He's determined, all right. He'll fit in just fine, won't he?"
Unlike himself, he thought, though he didn't really mind. Isaev's candid acceptance was enough, though he didn't know why.
And speaking of why...why did Isaev seem to care so much, anyway? Why had he singled out Kassian earlier in the morning? It was if he'd made it his mission to get Kassian to talk to him, and well, he'd succeeded, to Kassian's surprise.
He studied Isaev in profile. The lieutenant had a bold look to him, to match his bold manner. High cheekbones. Strong jaw. Arched brows. Full lips.
Kassian let his eyes drop away.
Who are you, Andrei Alexandrovich, he wondered, and thought of how to ask.
"I mean, as a senior lieutenant, you must have been with Ocelot's unit for a while."
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"I don't have much of an education," he said with a shrug. "I just read some. I left school to work in a factory. Metalworking, before I went to the war."
It made him wonder about Major Raikov, though. Ocelot had implied that it had been Raikov who'd arranged Kassian's transfer. A man that well-educated and intelligent must have had a plan, put some thought behind it, not just a whim.
And he was Colonel Volgin's lover? No wonder Ocelot had been so disturbed by the accusation of liaisons between himself and the other major. Kassian started to doubt if his advice to Ocelot had actually been that sound.
He shrugged to himself. Too late now.
His gaze turned back to Borishnakov. "He's determined, all right. He'll fit in just fine, won't he?"
Unlike himself, he thought, though he didn't really mind. Isaev's candid acceptance was enough, though he didn't know why.
And speaking of why...why did Isaev seem to care so much, anyway? Why had he singled out Kassian earlier in the morning? It was if he'd made it his mission to get Kassian to talk to him, and well, he'd succeeded, to Kassian's surprise.
He studied Isaev in profile. The lieutenant had a bold look to him, to match his bold manner. High cheekbones. Strong jaw. Arched brows. Full lips.
Kassian let his eyes drop away.
Who are you, Andrei Alexandrovich, he wondered, and thought of how to ask.
"I mean, as a senior lieutenant, you must have been with Ocelot's unit for a while."