Kassian was aware of Borishnakov's questioning look, but he only tilted his chin forward, a sharp nod in Isaev's direction, a mere follow him. Even if he knew where they were going, he probably wouldn't say, but rather let the new recruit find out when they got there.
He knew how these things worked, even if he didn't know the particulars of this specific ritual. Though he had to admit, he'd never seen one as devious as the Ocelots' initiation.
And he had the feeling that they hadn't even gotten to the so-called "good" part yet.
He was reluctant to go back inside, in spite of the warmth he could already feel radiating from the concrete walls. The relative quiet had been nice, and the company to his liking. Large groups made him uncomfortable, which made Kassian doubly glad that he was not the center of attention this night.
Borishnakov seemed to take it in stride, though. Good for him. The Ocelots' whistles and laughter echoed around them as they climbed up the steps, but Kassian's face was somber.
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Date: 2006-09-15 02:46 pm (UTC)He knew how these things worked, even if he didn't know the particulars of this specific ritual. Though he had to admit, he'd never seen one as devious as the Ocelots' initiation.
And he had the feeling that they hadn't even gotten to the so-called "good" part yet.
He was reluctant to go back inside, in spite of the warmth he could already feel radiating from the concrete walls. The relative quiet had been nice, and the company to his liking. Large groups made him uncomfortable, which made Kassian doubly glad that he was not the center of attention this night.
Borishnakov seemed to take it in stride, though. Good for him. The Ocelots' whistles and laughter echoed around them as they climbed up the steps, but Kassian's face was somber.