At ease, Major Raikov. [Volgin's voice was a pleased purr.] He's mine now.
I'll dispose of him properly.
[The yellow-rimmed eyes, wolfish almost, locked onto the fallen officer, the brood of a legendary soldier on the shores of Normandy, they told him. Such a waste. A heel was planted between Ocelot's legs, the foot slowly lowering down on his crotch. Pressure giving way to pain.
A waste.]
I should find somewhere more... private for the two of us, but I don't have any problems with, ah, public spectacles.
What do you think, Major Ocelot? As my ... esteemed protégé...
[Volgin helped himself to a low rumble of a cackle from his deep chest. If at the expense of answers in regards to his post-death circumstances (for more bodies to deservingly, slowly tear into bloody pieces), he was finding this whole situation... almost arousing.]
no subject
I'll dispose of him properly.
[The yellow-rimmed eyes, wolfish almost, locked onto the fallen officer, the brood of a legendary soldier on the shores of Normandy, they told him. Such a waste. A heel was planted between Ocelot's legs, the foot slowly lowering down on his crotch. Pressure giving way to pain.
A waste.]
I should find somewhere more... private for the two of us, but I don't have any problems with, ah, public spectacles.
What do you think, Major Ocelot? As my ... esteemed protégé...
[Volgin helped himself to a low rumble of a cackle from his deep chest. If at the expense of answers in regards to his post-death circumstances (for more bodies to deservingly, slowly tear into bloody pieces), he was finding this whole situation... almost arousing.]