"No. You're going to help me clean this up, Volgin, and you're going to like it," Ivan growled.

He squirmed as Volgin moved him, grumbling as the Soviet paid special attention to his neck. It felt...nice, but he was still too angry to appreciate it. Or at least he was; lucky for Volgin it seemed to be calming his younger comrade down. "Hmm...let me go, asshole."

Or not.