"I had been mistaken."

Raikov was nonchalantly shoved off him, undone and all, as Volgin sat up, his own contained erection sagging. He did not look impressed at all.

"What happened. You're not a walrus, are you? Your stomach!"

Volgin removed a glove as he voiced his irritated surprise, tossing it aside before crawling at the other Russian in the light layer of toilet paper to have the bare, surprisingly soft hand grab at Raikov's stomach again.

"That's not the stomach- my stomach I remember!"