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Matvei squared himself up for his third shot at Liadov and his evasive techniques.
He couldn’t press too hard – for his own sake – but the half-truth was driving him insane. He had to know.
He’d tried asking, he’d tried cookery… the only weapon he had left was persistence.
He didn’t bother knocking on the lab door this time. It was early evening, and maybe they wouldn’t be right in the thick of… anything major.
No one else was exceptionally dead right now. Although he had heard from his rankmates quick enough about the man with a lucky escape.
… And he was curious about that too. He shuddered to think it could’ve been any one of his friends. Why did all his friends have to be blond, too?
He stepped inside, yanking off his balaclava. “Major Liadov?”
He couldn’t press too hard – for his own sake – but the half-truth was driving him insane. He had to know.
He’d tried asking, he’d tried cookery… the only weapon he had left was persistence.
He didn’t bother knocking on the lab door this time. It was early evening, and maybe they wouldn’t be right in the thick of… anything major.
No one else was exceptionally dead right now. Although he had heard from his rankmates quick enough about the man with a lucky escape.
… And he was curious about that too. He shuddered to think it could’ve been any one of his friends. Why did all his friends have to be blond, too?
He stepped inside, yanking off his balaclava. “Major Liadov?”