Volgin had been out for some time, but it had been too long if the owner of the place had some sort of weapon pointed at his graying head.
(He decided he did not care who owned what and who lived where, even if he risked the ire of monsters in human skins. The average civilian was not going to fuck with him. Very few were willing to try and dominate him. Most tried firearms. They failed spectacularly.)
Still, he made a face; the weapon was too close. An electric shock could have very well had the finger pulling the trigger and putting an end to his raid.
But that voice sounded familiar.
He chuckled. Very familiar.
"We fucked the other day. On that chair."
Slowly, the intruder pulled himself up, higher up than the average man Raikov might have felt.
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Date: 2010-12-18 09:04 am (UTC)(He decided he did not care who owned what and who lived where, even if he risked the ire of monsters in human skins. The average civilian was not going to fuck with him. Very few were willing to try and dominate him. Most tried firearms. They failed spectacularly.)
Still, he made a face; the weapon was too close. An electric shock could have very well had the finger pulling the trigger and putting an end to his raid.
But that voice sounded familiar.
He chuckled. Very familiar.
"We fucked the other day. On that chair."
Slowly, the intruder pulled himself up, higher up than the average man Raikov might have felt.
"Nice dog."