“You’re awfully close,” said Ocelot, eyeing him languidly.
Raikov returned the slow heat of his gaze.
“Close enough for government work."
As I said to a reader friend in the comments of the last chapter post, the trouble with elevator doors is....( Chapter 55Collapse )
(Doublefucking thank yous to comrade charshy
, for proofreading this chapter for me, and for providing the "too drunk to write his own name" unit of sobrietal measurement as pertains to Ivan Raikov, in our fabulous RP community of groznyj_grad
. Tons of fun to be had there.)