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[Raikov's flipping through the photos casually, chuckling to himself]

This curse is certainly amusing. I think I remember being here during it before... I could do without some of these. I wonder what photos of myself are floating around today.

[He has a few piles spread out next to him. One has some photos such as Penny dying, Charlie in a bikini, Euphie in bed with Suzaku... The Penny one was the last thing he wanted to see.]

I do want an explaination for this one though.

[He holds up a photo of Curt, Lucy, and Stephen in bed. Raikov doesn't look too happy but after a bit, he sets it down on the "bad" pile.]

This one is also interesting...

[He holds up the next photo: The burning of Huey.]

Now this one... I rather like this method of punishment.

[Kazuma shoving a girl off a building. A+ IN RAIKOV'S BOOK]

This one of Stephen is rather cute...

[Indeed it is! It's Stephen relaxing.]

Someone's certainly... patriotic.

[Captain America on a motorcycle. Raikov wrinkles his nose a bit. Capitalism, pff.]

And last but not least... My dear Rummy.

[Oprah-nabbing with Rummy! Raikov looks at it for a moment, then shows it to the screen]

Explain this one. You can't just be wearing tactical gear for the hell of it.


[OOC: Raikov's photos!]

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[He finally came back home.

Tired. Irritated. Pushed to the limit of his body on a complete fast from whatever tainted food and water the City could offer him. He wasn't going to take it. For now, his prize was a bunch of interesting photos of what he could make out of what he figured were Nazi uniforms, Swastikas, and whatnot. Likely they were hidden among the other irrelevant things to confuse him. No physical Nazis for now, but evidence was evidence was evidence. Maybe he might convince Raikov to his side of things.

Head spinning, Volgin set his fascist discovery on a counter before stumbling over to the couch to shove his more suggestive finds between the cushions. Master of hiding valuable... "information" at work.]

Major.

[He stood up.]

Business. We need to talk.

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[So that's where he'd been. ... Or well, just out. Raikov wasn't sure where or what Volgin was doing in that time, nor did he care. He looked towards the larger Russian as he gathered food from the fridge]

What is it now?

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[Volgin rolled his eyes and stormed over, the arm not holding the photos ready to smack that armful of food right out of Raikov's grasp. A dangerous thing to do, yes, but he'd come around. It was for the greater good.

He did a lot of things for the greater good.]

I have something for you to see.

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It's raining photos, I know. Did you find one of us? Apparently Rummy did...

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Hn. I did not.

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[He slapped that food away. Into the wall it goes.]

We're being targeted! I... we have been brought here for a reason.

Can't you see anything?

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Who is Rummy.

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[HE WAS GOING TO MAKE SUPPER, YOU TWAT. Volgin gets a punch to the face for that... as well as being an idiot.]

We're not being targeted, you moron! These are just photos of memories!

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[Volgin took the blow like a champ too. He stood before Ivan as strong and stoic as ever, unyielding to the likes of fascists plots and brainwashed boyfriends.]

Then who got the memories? Who took the photos of us? Spies? Who else would if it were not spies?

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I told you, the deities. This has happened before.

[Raikov goes to pick up the poor, mistreated food.]

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[Volgin took a few strides over to stand over it. Not only is it tainted, but it's been on the floor. As far as Volgin could tell, it's completely inedible.]

A codename.

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Ugh, Yevgeny... I'm really not in the mood for your suspicious bullshit tonight, alright?

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Because...

[He huffed. Dropped the photos. Maybe that might prove his point better.]

... Look at them, Major!

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It's neither. It's just... I don't know. But you need to eat and drink. We're still very much alive.

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There is a motive behind all this.

Ivan, I will find it. I won't rest until I know why. Who. What.

Everything has a reason.

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Maybe.

Will you eat something? I want to make supper.

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[He does not say anything, but he does get out of the way of the fridge.]

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You do need to save up your strength, you know.

[He goes to grab some other dish to make since Volgin ruined the first one]

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[He exhales, but he does not clean the mess on the floor, not yet.

On heavy steps, he leaves, needing a little time to consider things, even over the haze of his dehydration.

Raikov had a point. An important one. Even if there is tainted food and water, it would be something he would have to find a way to combat on his own before its effects, if any, would kick in.

Volgin was going to be here for more than a week, that was certain.]

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[... Raikov snorts, having to prepare supper AND clean the floor. You're not getting any lovings tonight, Volgin.]

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[Look, you're still a subordinate. Colonel-class treatment by everyone else but who authorized it again? It certainly wasn't Ocelot. Or Komorov. Wonder who?

For right now, he's...

... Hn.

He was wishing for a smoke. Wonder if Raikov had anything around his place.]

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[You'll have to ask Raikov then. He might have some cigarettes...]

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[So Volgin is finding.

He eventually treks back to the kitchen either way.]

Ivan.

[He watches him, continuing if he got the other man's attention. If not, well, he goes on anyway:]

Smokes?