BIG SWEATY GYM TIMES/TORTURE

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[The Nexus gym is particularly loud and noisy today, as someone is in there barking orders like a standard drill sergeant, except the said orders are in Russian. The treadmill is rattling and rolling at a high speed, and there is the sound of feet clopping along on it in their frantic rhythm.

At the back corner upon entry, there is the large, imposing figure of Volgin, still quite large and still very imposing even in casual dress. He is currently overseeing the forced fitness regimen of one of the Raikovs he had come to grow some attachment to (as he is aware of clones in this place, but still grasping the concept). Fed up with this pattern of fattening Raikovs, the Soviet giant is determined to rectify the problem. Once a GRU colonel in charge of his own unit (in this Volgin's particular case), the proper care and maintenance of his men was a high priority and body shape was among those concerns.

No man looked like Volgin at his age without proper self-discipline! Like a good commanding officer, he feels it is his proper duty to keep his men in shape if they are so foolish as to let their discipline slip. There would be consequences.

Starting with this one.

Whenever Raikov's pace slackens, Volgin coolly holds a hand out, and a good electric probe to his asscheek helps him right back along. His face is locked for the time being into a stony indifference. No matter what sounds Raikov makes or how much he complains: There is a price to pay for letting such a beautiful body grow soft, and there will be correction.]

((OOC: Open post, anyone is free to walk in and interact in any way you see fit! Sometimes they're both there, sometimes Ivan is left there and Volgin is off doing something in another room. Pretty briefly, if he's out.))

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[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Y-yevgeny! It's been 20 minutes! [The sound of his feet hitting the treads were heavier the longer he ran, and his hands were losing their grip due to sweaty palms.

But at least he looked cute in those short gym shirts and wifebeater.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[And watching him pant and breathe and run those little fat lobes off him?

Even sexier.]

Not long enough.

[He keeps his voice cool, as he leans against another treadmill nearby, as if mocking Raikov's creeping fatigue. Those large, too-beefy arms of his are crossed.]

You have to sustain your working heart rate, Vanya.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Ahh... [Ivan's head drooped, shoulders slouching.]

I'm going to die, Yevgeny.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin dangerously narrows his eyes, readying his hand again to help wake him right back up. Put a little life in him.]

You're that out of shape?

ANDY TOLD ME TO TAG VOLGIN WITH HER

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Rose didn't regularly visit the gym, but she was just stopping in today briefly to practice a little on her self defense she had been taught awhile back, just to brush up.]

[She paused, however, when the only other person in the gym was a giant electrical rapeman Russian man. He was more than slightly intimidating looking.]

electrical rapeman :D

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Luckily, for the time being, Volgin appears to be pretty absorbed in Raikov's conditioning. He does not quite seem to notice her yet, granting her a view of his wide backside.

(Or, he could be aware of this new presence in the room, and is pretending to not notice just yet.)]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Well, since they seemed to be busy Rose saw no reason she couldn't go about her routine. She went to one of the mats in the room, stretching out a little.]

[It was hard not to notice the other pair and the extreme conditioning they seemed to be doing.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot smelled Volgin before he saw him. He always had an acute sense of smell, but the active electricity in the nearby gym changed the air.]

[He decided he had to investigate. It had been many months since he had seen a Volgin prowl the building... keeping tabs on them always paid off. It allowed him to predict violent incidents.]

[No Volgin before had ever come after his betrayal. Ocelot had no fear as he approached him.]

Colonel. There's plenty of larger rooms if you wish to take the Major for a walk. [He shrugged broadly, obviously relaxed in stance.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Indeed, Volgin carried the stench of ozone around him. How much he reeked of the burning electronics odor depended on what happened to be on the business end of his ire that day.

This Volgin might have been deceptive in appearance, if for the fact that he was out of uniform and attempting to look like a pedestrian.

Given his physique and scarring, it was not working too well.

As a matter of fact, the giant looked a little stunned when he saw this Ocelot, taking some time with the pure audacity of such a filthy traitor walking up to him so casually.

His words were slow, and he did not seem to notice Raikov panting away near him at all. Venom dripped off them:]

You have some nerve to come back to me.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Ivan scowled, he was well within hearing distance of Ocelot's stupid remarks--but his current situation limited his options for retaliation.]

I'm not a...[Huff]...dog, Major.

[He made sure to put as much venom into that title as he could.

But, ah...that took the breath out of him, this thing was going way too fast. He'll just watch glower at Ocelot in silence for now.

Surely Volgin will take care of any issues for him.]

[musclemankov.livejournal.com]

[Did somebody say body shape?]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Aw yeah body shapes.]

[musclemankov.livejournal.com]

[Well someone has been working out and drinking their protein shakes]

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[WALKS IN TO DO SOME TRAININOOHHHH GOD NOT THIS GUY]

[...DOES HE FLEE OR DOES HE NOT OH GOD WHAT DO]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[OH HELLO ANOTHER RAIKOV.

WAIT IS IT LIKE A NOTRAIKOV. LET'S FIND OUT.

IN RUSSIAN:]

Ivan. What are you doing there?

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[ALSO IN RUSSIAN:]

Ivan? No, my name's Jack. I... was just...

[He gestures to the nearest training equipment. The good thing was this Volgin didn't seem to know who he was. The bad thing was... he didn't seem to know who he was. Dammit, he's had enough sexual harrassment from this guy.]

RAIKOV PARTY.

[notapapertiger.livejournal.com]

[Well, this Raikov isn't fattening. He may eat anything he finds, but he keeps good care of his body, dammit. Which is why he's here. There are some things Raikov does take very seriously. His appearance is one of them. He may not be a perfect soldier, like Ocelot, but he's not exactly a weakling either. Spetsnaz are the best, after all. It's tiring and annoying, but the things you have to do to keep being sexy, right?]

...

[Yeah, he's just going to go to the opposite side of the room and frown a little to himself while he works out.]

RAIKOVS. RAIKOVS EVERYWHERE.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[It isn't long until the Volgin drilling his current Raikov took notice of the other one.

Of the two fatter Raikovs he encountered (and had ... involved relationships with), this one seemed to be working out on his own accord. Just as every goddamn Ivan Raidenovich Raikov on the planet should be doing, every day.

(And what of that Ivan lookalike he saw earlier? With muscles. Beautifully huge muscles.)

Volgin's gaze slipped from the Raikov he was drilling to death to the Raikov minding his own business and doing what he should be doing. He found the variances in behavior of what he presumed were the same man puzzling, indeed.]

BUT NOT A DROP TO - NOT GOING THERE.

[notapapertiger.livejournal.com]

[Raikov glanced over a few times, curious as to the situation. No matter what else he may be, he was a soldier, after all. Spetsnaz were quite rigorous when it came to maintaining physical health. The Colonel was even more insistent. And his body was important to him. More than anything, Raikov valued his looks. His beauty. He wasn't going to lose that, no matter what it took. Of course, that didn't mean he was going to go too far on it. He wasn't going to kill himself doing it, but he was going to damn well work out.]

[starofchaos]

[Liquid walks in, sees Volgin and immediately turns on his heel. He's going to a different gym, kthx. Although seeing the littler Raikov there does remind him that he still has the Raikov mask somewhere. Oops. He never did give that back to Ocelot to give to... whoever he took it from.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[This Volgin has never seen a Liquid Snake in his life, so he's not sure of what to make of this blonde man initially, but getting away from him on sight was very, very suspicious.

Enough to have him bark from his place as Liquid is disappearing. In Russian:]

Hey! Where are you going?

[starofchaos]

[Liquid snarls, stilling. He is no coward after all. He half-turns to look back at him, his expression cool. His reply, when it comes, is in fluent Russian.]

Away from you.

[stealthygenius.livejournal.com]

[Solid walks into the gym dressed in his training gear, then about-faces and begins walking out.]

[This might not be the Volgin from his world, but he's not going to stick around and find out.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Oh, another person coming and going. Volgin is becoming pretty accustomed to this. His other self, selves, whatever must have already made their marks here. Deep ones if the people are recognizing their...

...place.

His old eyes might be seeing things.

In Russian:]

Where are you going?

[stealthygenius.livejournal.com]

[Dammit! Was it the bandanna or the eerie resemblance he had to his father that had caught the man's eye? Solid doesn't bother to stop and find out; he's not far from the door and decides to bolt for it.]