Volgin, for a moment, looked shocked. His jaw hung. His teeth clicked when he snapped his mouth shut and furrowed his brow.

He really did not want to be reminded of-

Raikov's hand was sharply smacked away from his stomach. He did not need to know that!

"You should control your dog and keep her from getting into my things!" Volgin hotly countered. He was reaching for his satchel, to rummage about and see what else that damned husky got her teeth on.