08-20-2014, 08:25 PM
For a Soviet era governmental district, the view was exactly as one might expect. On the other hand, he was somewhat surprised that the economic rebirth of Moscow under the CCD hadn't seen major renovations to the area around the Kremlin. He watched a CDPS squad car drive by below, and glanced at his watch with an approving smile.
Part of what made him well liked among the city's various precincts was that he took a personal role in the day-to-day of the men and women of the CDPS. He was a known as more then just a face on the wall. He walked through the departments and visited even the more rural precincts whenever he could. He walked with the detectives, spoke with the officers and heard their complaints. Although technically not true, they were his people.
He heard the door and her approach, but didn't look away from the window until the squad car was out of sight, off to continue their rounds. "I believe it's an unwritten law that every woman needs one black dress. Hopefully, yours..."
He turned from the window to look at her; standing as he was, his body blocked him from catch her reflection against the glass, so he was caught off guard when he saw her. There was something to be said about a woman dressed to her comfort. To say she was more beautiful as she was or had been was like trying to compare a red rose to a white. Both were beautiful in their own way. A comfortable pair of pants, a simple button-down shirt, wet hair up in a simple bun. A glimpse of how a woman liked to dress when relaxed spoke volumes. Although he doubted the jewelry were a common accessory, although still did wonders to draw the eye.
He cleared his throat and offered an abashed smile, "Hopefully it is salvageable?"
Part of what made him well liked among the city's various precincts was that he took a personal role in the day-to-day of the men and women of the CDPS. He was a known as more then just a face on the wall. He walked through the departments and visited even the more rural precincts whenever he could. He walked with the detectives, spoke with the officers and heard their complaints. Although technically not true, they were his people.
He heard the door and her approach, but didn't look away from the window until the squad car was out of sight, off to continue their rounds. "I believe it's an unwritten law that every woman needs one black dress. Hopefully, yours..."
He turned from the window to look at her; standing as he was, his body blocked him from catch her reflection against the glass, so he was caught off guard when he saw her. There was something to be said about a woman dressed to her comfort. To say she was more beautiful as she was or had been was like trying to compare a red rose to a white. Both were beautiful in their own way. A comfortable pair of pants, a simple button-down shirt, wet hair up in a simple bun. A glimpse of how a woman liked to dress when relaxed spoke volumes. Although he doubted the jewelry were a common accessory, although still did wonders to draw the eye.
He cleared his throat and offered an abashed smile, "Hopefully it is salvageable?"