Ilarion studied Cheslav Oleksei.

"I'm not worried about him," he said, after a moment. "My father trusts you with everything he possesses, up to and including his life."

Nika had retrieved his cap from the table and dusted it off, easing a gloved hand mindlessly over the brim before handing it to him.

Lasha put it on and settled it carefully, still regarding Oleksei.

"If we leave, we probably won't be coming back until the morning. Hide his gun before you go home, if you would."