Raikov smirked as Borishnakov helter-skeltered the corner, stumbling, but looking with intense longing at the boxers held upon high.
Now, all he had to do is see which instinct won out: the one to run, and keep running, or the one to get his clothing back.
The latter, of course, was where the fun came in.
He waved them like a rag to a bull, although if what he'd seen was any indication, the new recruit might just run headlong into them in an attempt to reclaim them.
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Date: 2006-09-28 09:20 pm (UTC)Now, all he had to do is see which instinct won out: the one to run, and keep running, or the one to get his clothing back.
The latter, of course, was where the fun came in.
He waved them like a rag to a bull, although if what he'd seen was any indication, the new recruit might just run headlong into them in an attempt to reclaim them.