[Raikov could go without a shirt, all the more reason to have the smaller Russian press that trembling body against Volgin's for warmth, when he was warm again. He was too wet to warm himself right now. He hated it.
Volgin tore the shirt away with a wet rip. He examined the wound.
The wet remains of the shirt was toweling the blood, staining the white shades of red and yellow as it mingled with the moisture.
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[Raikov could go without a shirt, all the more reason to have the smaller Russian press that trembling body against Volgin's for warmth, when he was warm again. He was too wet to warm himself right now. He hated it.
Volgin tore the shirt away with a wet rip. He examined the wound.
The wet remains of the shirt was toweling the blood, staining the white shades of red and yellow as it mingled with the moisture.
A pause as he set the shirt aside.]
We're going to have to get the bullet out.