Arbitrarily updated CR chart. Only includes recent or fairly active CR.

musthatefrogs - Volgin, and a slightly unusual one at that. This one's been to another Nexus-like universe, where he had another Ivan. This Ivan is extremely jealous and trying his damnedest to keep him all for himself, even after being initially heart broken by the giant seemingly ditching him one night for several real-time months. When he came back there was a lot of arguing, but Ivan gave in. Now, after being injured Volgin is kind of like a personal cook and nurse. Eventually they moved into a new apartment after Volgin lost an eye and they and have grown closer since. Jealousy has shrunken to near nonexistence for Ivan, but being Volgin and Raikov, there are still plenty of road bumps.

In summary, lovers who argue a lot, are selfish bastards, but still care.

butthurtsleeper - A male EVA Ivan recruited as secretary during his "take over" on the intercom. EVA's milking Ivan for information while Ivan's just trying to milk him for sex. Spoilers: They're both winners. Ivan's abused EVA's alias "Toby" quite a bit when he had electric powers. Now, after the Cry Wolf event, he noticed a similiar scar they share and has gotten suspicious.

He see's Toby's meekness making him a disposable person only worth his time because of looks. EVA had a bit more headbutt to him and he enjoys that, especially because it pisses him off just a little bit.

fancy_shooting There is literally nobody he loathes more than an Ocelot. Annoyingly enough to him, he had to work with this one during Cry Wolf.

gameboy_sniper - One of the first people he met in the Nexus. Ivan likes to tease him and constantly try to worm his way into his pants, although the latter never works. When it comes down it though, he does have a strong appreciation for Pierre and values him as a comrade. Pierre's notably been there to save Ivan's ass when a Raiden attacked him.

neurotic_insect - A very skinny psychic who he first met when forced into a blind date. Both Russian, they have a bit in common. Ivan doesn't mind talking to him or his company. Has also helped save his ass. Ivan loathes him because he tries to proclaim himself better than him, and has threatened him on a few occasions--but never came through.

[Ivan had taken today to sleep in. Curled up in his and Volgin's massive bed, barely noticeable under the lumps of sheets if not for that silvery-blonde head peeking out as a dead give away.]

[Nestled against his chest lay Galina, peacefully snoozing much like her master.]

[All-in-all...it was a completely average, uneventful day.]

[After moving near the beginning of August after Volgin had his eye torn out, things had relatively settled in the new apartment. Ivan, begrudgingly, admitted it was theirs and not just his, and Volgin had found a new bed.

Now a few weeks later, Galina was still sharing her bed with Ivan while Volgin lay in the next room over. Raikov saw no issue with it, appreciating his privacy after their occasional roaming of the Nexus together. (Other times they would wander off separately of course, but plenty was spent with one or the other in tow.)

In any case Volgin cooked, Ivan amateurishly cooked (only for himself; Volgin wouldn't touch it), a bit of cleaning was done by both, and Galina happily mopped the floor with her tongue.

And so goes on another day, Ivan at the edge of his seat as he was sucked into a movie full of gratuitous explosions.]

[Today was the day. Ivan was determinded. He swung open the door to his room and announced, hands on hips and loud enough for the neighbors to hear.]

YEVGENY! WE'RE MOVING!

[Oh, guess there was no reason to yell though; he was right on the couch.]

Hey, we're moving.

[Ivan was allowed to move back into his apartment now, though it seemed a dubious decision considering he could barely take care of his own wounds. That's what boyfriends and colleagues were for though, right?

Except even Ivan didn't have it in him to boss people around today. He woke up on occasion and then he would fall back asleep. Though he might stay awake for a few hours at a time now, it still wasn't much; the medicine knocked him out and the pain took away his motivation.

Anyway, it all lead up to one gut-wrenching factor:]

Where's Galina...?

[voice;]

This is ridiculous! I should have never left Mahogany town. My clothes are filthy from travel, back at Groznyj Grad I would have been provided a vehicle!

[He grumbles.]

Those monsters, Pokémon, if I see one more purple rat I'm going to scream. You can't even eat them! THEY'RE USELESS!

[Looks like he screamed anyway. His Pikachu can be heard in the background.]

Pika...?

It's either eat berries or take menial jobs...I became a Major so lesser people would do this for me.

[action;]

[If anybody in Cherrygrove decides to visit the PokéMart, Ivan's there, begrudgingly working part time at the register and wasting time by fiddling with his PokéGear. He's still wearing his scuffed up Major's uniform, of course.]

[The video screen shook a bit, as Ivan seemed to be adjusting it after finally figuring out how the damn thing worked. His face took up the majority of the screen.

Amazing! This thing didn't even look like a camera, and it seemed to do a lot more than just that too. They had portable cameras where he came from, but video was a whole 'nother story.

There was a whine, obviously feral, and the camera shifted down to a small yellow rat. Or Pikachu, but Ivan preferred to call it a rat.]

Heh! And look at this thing--it fits into a ball!

[He shoves it with his foot. The "rat" protests again, sparking angrily. Ivan either ignores it or simply doesn't notice as he turns the camera back to his beautiful visage. The lens wasn't as close now, and his Soviet Major's uniform could be seen. He had refused to change into his new Rocket uniform.]

If somebody could explain to me how to get home, the only assholes I talked to--

[And that's about the last thing Ivan says (besides a surprised scream) as he gets a good shock and the feed ends.]

Well Ivan certainly didn't remember leaving the door to his apartment wide open, just beckoning squatters to come shit on his carpet--or even worse, eat his food.

Not that they weren't all squatters here anyway. Ivan crouched down near the door frame, pulling out his tranquilizer gun. He peered over the threshold, and took a chance, hoping his dog was still here--and still alive.

"Galina! Here girl!"

When he heard the familiar patter and panting he sighed in relief, ruffling her ears when she was close enough, "Good girl." Curse himself for smiling at a time like this.

Slightly more confident now with his canine comrade, Ivan entered the dark apartment, keeping his footsteps quiet and his tranquilizer at the ready.

And he almost immediately tripped over his own dirty laundry, screaming in the process of mid-falling terror. Luckily his amazing acrobatic skills (catching himself on the dresser) came to the rescue.

Moving forward towards the center of the room Ivan could hear--breathing. He baited his breath, trying to hold back any instincts to just start shooting up the place. He was fueled by a sort of cocktail of terror and anger--how dare somebody come waltzing into his apartment thinking they own the goddamn place?!

He padded closer, towards the sounds of life--they must be on the couch, since he just knocked his knee on the coffee table and had to hiss in silent agony a moment before going on.

Finally steadying himself he located the perpetrator's head after several seconds (a whole minute of squinting) and pressed the muzzle of his gun against it, "Get up!"

[Raikov was actually glad he picked this floor--it meant it was easy to spot. He didn't have to count stairs, he could just keep walking until he found the bloody, eerily abandoned (well, mostly abandoned) hall.]

Ah! Here it is. [He grinned, putting his hands on his--now clothed--hips.]