And then he felt thick fingers dig into his thighs and yank his legs up with a harsh tug. They were hung around Volgin's broad shoulders, perhaps putting Raikov on his back and allowing the giant a little more control in the wake of... defeat.

Not to mention it freed the older man's hands up a bit, but his mouth was going to tease him with his clothes on, just a little while more, just to make him pay.