[Just as Volgin was starting to swallow Raikov's assurances and nonsense, an ominous wind blew a photo against their apartment window.
Unfortunately, Volgin found it first.
Raikov, are you familiar with the phrase "One step forward, two steps back"?
For the most of the day, regardless of whatever Raikov had to say (as he was brainwashed by this City thing as far as he could tell, sexual performance aside) Volgin was out and furiously hunting for any further evidence of his country's former enemy. He knew the Nazis had something to do with this whole affair.
Something of Raikov's explaining did stick: The Network. Why didn't he think of that before all the sweating and puffing and fruitless hunting for fascists? Maybe they will come right to him. Everyone else wanting his head seemed to do that these days.]
Nazi scum, I know you're there. I know you're behind all this. And I am not falling for it. You have taken the wrong man for whatever you want to do.
I will see to it that you, each of you, are disposed of appropriately. Killed slowly.
I will find you.[There. He felt better already.]((OOC: A bit late, sorry about that. I work weekends and nights. It's about as good for my Circadian Rhythm as you think it is.))