there was a brief second of fear. this street rat knew how to talk himself up, but gleb knew what he saw. he saw something dangerous in anya’s eyes. but he stared down the other anyway, refusing to give in. “if i listened to every rumor i heard, i’d be out of a job. that’s all it is.” there was no threat, he convinced himself. but it was clear that he still cared for anya. “do you know what they will do to her if you two continue your childish fantasies? she would be killed without hesitation.”
The idea of gunfire crossed his mind more than once. The Bolshevik’s liked to make themselves heard, seen. It wouldn’t be the first time someone who argues disappears —— though Dmitry hardly doubted he’d be missed. But the end of a pistol aimed at ANYA ?? Even he wasn’t heartless enough to wish for that. It was why their plan must SUCCEED. Jaw set, he inches in closer, a wise tilt of his chin. “Let me guess, GENERAL” ( he says the title like an insult ). “It’d be you pulling the trigger ?? —— If so, shouldn’t you have done it by now ??” Really, he needed to learn when to be quiet.