"Mmm...," Ivan frowned when Volgin's lips left his. Anything he needed to check wasn't half as important as him--no, not even a fifth as important.

He sat on the bed with an irritated look, and as Volgin opened the door he flopped back on the bed, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

What Ivan couldn't see was though was what Volgin surely could--toilet paper everywhere, shredded to pieces, floating through the air like a dusty blizzard. Everything was covered.

And in the middle of it, Galina.

A rolled of shredded toilet paper in her mouth.