He caught a glimpse of Lieutenant Kosov's bulging trouser pocket, half of a French brandy bottle poking out.
Lieutenant Kosov noticed Arthur's gaze, looked down, and awkwardly scratched the back of his head in apology: "Sir, you know, in this damned weather, the brothers need some way to keep warm."
Arthur waved his hand, jokingly said: "I understand, in this weather even a pious priest would need a few sips of strong liquor before he could open his mouth before God. Thank you for escorting me all the way. Henry, later take Lieutenant Kosov and his brothers to that French restaurant up ahead for a break. Their dishes aren't bad, especially the Marengo chicken stew is quite well done. As for the bill, just tell the owner to put it under my name."
"Understood, Sir." Blackwell bowed slightly, extended his white glove with a smile: "Lieutenant Kosov, you and your men can follow me later."
