"Then I will order you to expand your duties by cleaning this mess for a start!" the older man barked, his tone rising, the bare hand making a wide arc at the toilet paper snow scattered around them. "Maybe that will help with your weight problem!"

Never mind the slight softening of Volgin's own abdomen, the result of a months-long foray into the boring, sedentary lifestyle plague that accompanied the loss of his position in the Red Army (death was an inconvenience). Raikov would have found a touch more skin around the Colonel's gut if he tried for a grope himself; Yevgeny was as hypocritical and double standardizing as they came.