[Alas, Raikov had to deal with the assault of that merciless gauze pad bubbling the filth out of his wound. Volgin was hardly thinking of anything erotic right now, more interested in his purposes and ends.

And keeping Raikov's face from scarring up.

He could not stand for that, especially.

The wound cleaned, there was a fresh gauze pad with antibiotic cream smeared into it taped to Raikov's face. It was tenderly placed, or as much as Volgin could manage for what he was.]

You're done. [He was using a soft tone of voice.]

Get up.