"Long enough," Volgin said as he flicked on the switch to the bedroom, considering the floor before beelining to a discarded pair of underwear. He coolly leaned over to pinch it up between two rubber-gloved fingers, midnight black, to show Raikov. "For this."

Dog toys on the floor. Discarded food wrappers overflowing around the waste bin. More underwear.

Volgin wrinkled his nose, although the expression was more feigned than anything.