She pulls a face, but then consoles herself with vodka. It's not anything worse than she'd catch on a normal patrol in Moscow.
For a brief moment, she wonders if she's going soft.
"Bah. Silly boy was more trouble than he was worth." And that, right there, is a lie. She could have no more not gone after him than she could have stopped fighting at the bar.
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Date: 2012-03-03 04:25 am (UTC)For a brief moment, she wonders if she's going soft.
"Bah. Silly boy was more trouble than he was worth." And that, right there, is a lie. She could have no more not gone after him than she could have stopped fighting at the bar.