"I would expect no less."

There was the sound of rubber tensing as Volgin squeezed. It was one of his softer groin assaults, however. The petting had dulled his grip.

Raikov was a pretty good reason for any deviations in his usual violent and destructive course of behavior.

With that, there was a shuffling, the bed moving and squeaking with the giant's adjustment in position, and then there was now a part of the hard, muscular torso flopped over Raikov's lap. The Colonel settled himself with a satisfied grunt, not too unlike the air brake of a semi truck easing to a stop.

"Give me a moment," was Volgin's low murmur, enjoying taking up the bed and Ivan for the time being a bit too much.

The Major likely knew what would get the inert beast of a man to move if he so needed, either way.