So they were going back inside, but not back to the banya. He was coherent enough to draw the conclusion that they were going somewhere else. Vladya hoped that, where ever it was, the rest of his uniform was there.
Vladislav looked at Kassian, finally having an opportunity to study this man who stuck out. Perhaps he had been with the unit before they had decided on this preference for blond hair and blue eyes.
"So, comrades. Where too next?" He felt rather absurd with only the belt, boots, hat, scarf, and gloves. Like a model in one of those questionable magazines featuring models posing in outfits that were consistently leaving most of the body uncovered, with just enough there to hint at a profession.
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Date: 2006-09-14 11:35 pm (UTC)Vladislav looked at Kassian, finally having an opportunity to study this man who stuck out. Perhaps he had been with the unit before they had decided on this preference for blond hair and blue eyes.
"So, comrades. Where too next?" He felt rather absurd with only the belt, boots, hat, scarf, and gloves. Like a model in one of those questionable magazines featuring models posing in outfits that were consistently leaving most of the body uncovered, with just enough there to hint at a profession.