Irinarhov hadn't said to open his eyes, so Andrei assumed it wasn't essential. His hand dropped to his holster and retrieved the pistol, slipping his finger into the triggerguard and wrapping his hands around the stock.
It felt sure and cool, less unyielding somehow. That was what Irinarhov had wanted, he thought. For him to relax and feel the weapon like part of him.
"All right, Kasya," he intoned, gamely. "Guide me. Show me how you do it."
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Date: 2006-12-06 06:49 am (UTC)It felt sure and cool, less unyielding somehow. That was what Irinarhov had wanted, he thought. For him to relax and feel the weapon like part of him.
"All right, Kasya," he intoned, gamely. "Guide me. Show me how you do it."