"You've been entertaining yourself," Volgin commented, suppressing his laughter. Still grinning. With teeth.

"Come on, Vanya." He brought a gloved hand out to squeakily toy with a stray lock of Raikov's hair. He twirled it on his finger. "You act as if you have something to hide from me.

"I do know you better than anyone after all."

Or not really. Volgin did not know this Raikov, but he was finding him a perfectly intriguing and raunchy little thing. A pleasing thing.

And he would nose about wherever he liked as he wanted on the coattails of his past authority.