"So intense." Volgin was pulling up on the bottom of his sweater, peeling it away over his head to reveal the tight musculature the black suit was hugging, leaving very little to the imagination. Never mind what Ivan grabbed at earlier, concerning his abdomen... "Too easy to forget about my true nature, Vanya, yes?"

Between two fingers, he might have hung the sweater over Raikov's head, and released. His gloves were following suit, casually pulled away and dropped at his feet.