He had assumed Irinarhov had seen him as an arrogant pup of a rarified breed, who didn't know his own impact on his environs. Just one of those sleek young officers, fed off the teat of the stadja, born with an entire silver dinette set in his mouth.
And he'd have been right, thought Andrei, vaguely.
But perhaps Irinarhov was not the type to have thoughts about men's natures at all.
Perhaps, he truly only understood cold steel and firing pins.
no subject
Andrei paused, thinking the Captain's words over.
He had assumed Irinarhov had seen him as an arrogant pup of a rarified breed, who didn't know his own impact on his environs. Just one of those sleek young officers, fed off the teat of the stadja, born with an entire silver dinette set in his mouth.
And he'd have been right, thought Andrei, vaguely.
But perhaps Irinarhov was not the type to have thoughts about men's natures at all.
Perhaps, he truly only understood cold steel and firing pins.
Predictable interaction.
No small talk. No class distinction.