Ivan pulled his hand back, rubbing where it now stung from the slap.

"Maybe you shouldn't steal my things and my dog wouldn't have anything to get into!" He was flustered again now, gritting his teeth.

"You come in here and you take my stuff, you break my table, and then you insult me and leave me hanging!"

Ivan wanted to pull out his hair in frustration and scream. And he did--except without pulling his hair out. So basically, he just screamed.

And tackled Volgin in an attempt to beat the living hell out of him.