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

[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.]

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

[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?

[Raikov continues cooking and doesn't look back]

Food and drink first.

Bastard.

[He also finds himself eying what Raikov is making as well. It smells terrifyingly good, his pangs worsening. Going without food for days is hardly a bother for him; the fact that he was debilitatingly thirsty was another.

He keeps his gaze on that pretty white head instead, trying to breathe through his mouth.]

[He finally glances over his shoulder and smirks]

I'd have to be to be with you.

[Hard not to crack a sneer at that, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

Like that smell.]

You're taking your time.

Where are the smokes?

Drink first, then I'll give you them.

[A puff.]

Anything, yes?

Water, before you get dehydrated.

Water.

[Fine. He'll do just that, slogging to the sink and groping around the cupboards for... Ah. Oh, there was a cup. He might have taken a moment to see how badly dehydration had marred his ability to keep his hands still.

Vampires and all that muck out there be damned. He wouldn't be able to fend a paper bag off in this state.

A sigh. He turned to the sink and filled the glass.]

[Raikov smiled to himself as he continued to cook the Shchi]

They're in the bedroom, the nightstand.

[Volgin forced himself to drink slowly. It was hard.

He was ravenously thirsty. It was almost too late for him to "recover" from this state through drinking alone as well. He could feel that.

The glass was unsteadily held. Slowly.

He puffed his breath.]

Thank you.

[He went.]

[The smaller russian chuckled]

They aren't as strong as the ones back home.

[Because Russian cigarettes are strong as fuck]</small<

[Volgin puffed.]

They'll do.

[This certainly did not feel like any part of Russia, or the Union for that matter, that Volgin was aware of.

He was still tasting whatever he could of the water he had taken in, the half-taken glass still sitting on the counter.]

Drink the rest of your water.

Later, mother.

[Cigarettes first. Even if that will make his thirst so much more worse. That's fine. He's drinking again, his head is still a painful muddle, and he's no stranger to exacerbating his problems with another vice. He's like anyone else, for once.]

[Raikov just rolls his eyes and continues cooking]

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