Clumsy
Leo was clumsy. No questions about it.
General Timur Nesterov knew that almost as soon as the young man was transferred to his militia. At first, Leo seemed competent and collected, and looked like he had all his wits about him all the time. But, after a few missions, after a few days there, in each others' company, Nesterov found himself laughing quietly behind his new subordinate's back.
Leo was the clumsiest man he'd ever seen, in his entire forty years of life.
There were countless times where they returned from missions and operations, and Leo was covered, from head-to-toe in half-melted snow clods. There were countless times that Leo sent the papers he was carrying through the militia headquarters flying, by accidentally tripping over nothingness.
Nesterov found this behaviour obnoxious and disruptive at first, but, over the period of about two or three days, he found it quite entertaining.
However, on the fourth day of carefully observing his new uchastkovvy, he realised that he was no longer observing him for the sake of protecting his department, and ensuring that this MGB officer was not here to destroy him and his other militia officers.
No; subconsciously, he was observing him -watching him – because he was beginning to find him attractive. He knew this, but he didn't want to admit to anyone that he was falling for his clumsy junior officer.
That would be obstructive to his entire department.