Date: 2010-12-19 09:28 pm (UTC)
Ivan grumbled in return, having wasted more than enough effort to escape the wroughtiron grip Volgin had on him.

He squeezed his eyes shut with a scowl on his face.

"It smells like dog because I have a dog. And I hope you realize you're going to help my clean this up--and get me a new goddamn table."

He did use the table quite a lot.
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