Date: 2010-12-19 04:23 am (UTC)
colonelcrotchgrab: (☭ Aim my smiling skull at you)
Volgin let it slide; it was Raikov and Raikov was allowed his special permissions, even if the Red Army was growing longer and longer behind them both.

(But the giant, of the other incarnations in his mold, clones, him before him, was unaware of the full nature of the Nexus.)

Galina received a hearty scratch behind the ear. Volgin loved dogs, if the dogs in question were powerful, sizable, and of particular use to him. A loyal German Shepherd was a welcome companion at his side. A yapping terrier was a welcome companion with the bottom of his heel.

Raikov might have seen the tiniest hint of actual pleasure from the old bastard that was not derived from savagely beating a man until he was coughing up blood, thick as honey.

"Consider it payment," he said almost distantly, as his gloved fingers whispered through fur. He left a satchel in the other room, next to the couch. It was a battered, worn thing with a pack of toilet paper and other things he pilfered inside.
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