Cheslav smiled as he watched them together, saw the obvious affection and respect, the familiarity of old friends.

It was good they had each other, at a time like this.

His thoughts turned to Aleksandr.

Cheslav frowned, rubbing his mouth absently, eyes flicking downward for a few seconds. Then he exhaled and ran a hand over his hair, smoothing it back.

"You boys get some rest."

He looked between them, and saw them differently now. The caps on their heads transformed them in his eyes, and now he saw the avtoritety, sleek grey uniforms and immaculate gloves, eyes shadowed under the visors of their caps.

The corner of Cheslav's mouth curled slightly.

"...but try not to be too good tonight."