Huskies bounced off walls naturally, right? Volgin did not mind heaving the dog far enough that he could get the door shut before the dog could bolt out again and disrupt very important matters.

"She has not been good today," Volgin grunted as he wrestled with those olive pants. They were not going to come off all the way, with their positioning and Raikov's shoes on, but he could make this work. Volgin's life had been about making situations like these work to his advantage.

He briefly considered the plentiful nature of the Nexus, and considered simply tearing those meddlesome pants and thong away.

"Now then." Raikov could feel the older man's moist breath on his genitals as his grip around his waist was adjusted. "Where were we."