"What--no way, Yevgeny! This is your fault, if you don't remember!" he retaliated, shooing the flurry of white away from his face.

"And I--I don't have a weight problem!" He was utterly shocked and horrified, his mouth curved into a permanent, exaggerated frown. Then he jabbed at Volgin with a finger. "What about you, huh? You're looking rounder!"

He didn't know really, but he figured he'd just say something to try and offend the other man. In fact, he decided to emphasize his made-up point by groping at Volgin's stomach--only to find he was right. "You really are..."