Stop that.

[Volgin saw the pain of that leg. If Raikov tried to move himself any further, he would have been stopped with force.

It was a gesture that Raikov would be carried again, as soon as Volgin gathered his bindings from the floor and slung what he could over his shoulder and around his neck. He ignored the wet slush of clothes and shoes on the floor. Come back for them later. No big loss. The sweater was bloodstained anyway.]

That will need to be cleaned too.

[He was eying Raikov's leg.]