"Didn't I stress cleanliness?" The giant looked back at the other Russian, quirking a brow. He kept his inspecting stride through the room, careful with his arms behind his back. Far be it for him to trip himself in front of his Major. "Organization?

"My, you've been away from the Red Army for some time." Raikov might have felt him smirking. Past it, he was a tall imposing suggestion of a shape in the shadows and darkness. He did not need to be seen to be felt in motion.

And he was disappearing in the direction of the bedroom.