"I'd kill the dog first," Volgin grumbled, with an irritated Raikov on top of him. On a bed of shredded toilet paper.
With a broken dining room table nearby, its poor legs crunched off.
And, hey, there was his bag.
The Colonel might have had his head craned around to look at that instead, to see if the dog had chewed on anything else or just demolished his attempt at Grand Theft Toilet Paper (and other interesting things and possibly small, non-perishable food items that caught his eye). He also might have been trying to evade the fullest extent of the Wrath of Ivan Raidenovich Raikov.
Not that he had a terrible lot to be afraid of. Physically. Maybe.
Promoting a man to his equal standing had its risks.
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With a broken dining room table nearby, its poor legs crunched off.
And, hey, there was his bag.
The Colonel might have had his head craned around to look at that instead, to see if the dog had chewed on anything else or just demolished his attempt at Grand Theft Toilet Paper (and other interesting things and possibly small, non-perishable food items that caught his eye). He also might have been trying to evade the fullest extent of the Wrath of Ivan Raidenovich Raikov.
Not that he had a terrible lot to be afraid of. Physically. Maybe.
Promoting a man to his equal standing had its risks.