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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[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin narrowed his eyes, as the woman cowered away. That felt good to see. She should be cowering.

His smirk was one of cruel delight, as his tone dipped back down into a faux-calm:]

That is an unfortunate consequence of pushing a man to his limits.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Rose frowned deeply at that. She might be cowering but she's not very good at shutting her mouth.]

If your concern is over his health then wouldn't getting him hurt defeat the purpose?

[colonelcrotchgrab]

There is hurt, and then there is pain.

[He licked his lips.]

I find pain a fine motivator.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Rose suddenly decided she didn't quite like this man very much.]

But if he ends up pulling a muscle, he won't be able to exercise until he recovers, which would probably make him gain weight.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[A good idea. Many others would agree with you, Rose.]

Then he needs to control his food intake.

I can help him with that. I am aware of his... problem with food.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

...Does he want you to train him?

[She really should shush, but she didn't want to leave someone out to dry who needed someone to help. It didn't help that the other man kind of looked like Jack from a little bit away.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Just a little bit, but crotch grabbing fixed any identity issues that might arise from that, you see.]

I know what's best for him.

[He narrowed his eyes, curling his lip. He might have come closer for the sake of further intimidation.]

Your concern is misplaced.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Aaand she's going to take a step back again.]

There's nothing wrong with being concerned for someone's wellbeing.

[Her voice was a bit less confident now. VOLGIN USED INTIMIDATE!]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[I JUST LOWERED YOUR ATTACK BY ONE LEVEL HA.]

He is no one you should be concerned about.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Pft Rose's attack sucks anyway.]

What if I go talk to him? Will he say otherwise?

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin makes sure to block sight of the puffing Raikov with his bulk. He also is trying to leer over Rose, which isn't too hard for the likes of him anyway.]

You don't need to.

His fondness for the English language and women ... are quite poor.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[That made Rose pause, she didn't know any other language so could she even talk to him?]

He doesn't like women?

[That sounds kind of silly, not to like an entire group of people because of their gender. And she's going to inch away from Volgin about now too.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Good. Back away from the Raikov. Volgin might be taking a step closer to two to ensure the distance.]

He leaves them to me.

[His voice had dipped into a softer, sleek purr, an uncharacteristic velvet, but that smile that followed was something among the obvious lines of sadistic. A fondness for his other past inflicted horrors on others, likely.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Rose narrowed her eyes.]

Don't talk about women like they're... a commodity.

[Rather than just backing up, Rose is moving more to the side now, hoping to at least turn their encounter around enough so she was closer to the door. Currently Volgin was still in between her and the exit to the gym. The way his voice changed sent a chill up her spine, and not the good kind.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Whuh-oh. He is catching on too. There seems to be a giant Russian in the path of the door. This will end well.]

To be fair, women are quite useful given what they are naturally capable of.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[A look of slight panic crossed her features as he got in her way. He was blocking her escape. Either he was just trying to mess with her, or this was not good.]

And that is?

[As long as he was talking, then things were alright, at least.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[What Volgin had in mind was still in mind, but none of it was particularly good.]

They are quite pleasing to the eye.

[As Rose receives a headtilt, as he seems to be looking over her, not unlike a tiger presented with a bloody hunk of meat.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Urgh. Why did she feel violated just by the way he was looking at her.]

...Stop looking at me like that.

[She glanced around Volgin, trying to decide if she could chance getting past him.]

Actually, I really need to get going, my boyfriend is waiting for me.

[A lie, but it was testing the waters.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[He sneered, not too terrified of the prospect of a... boyfriend to the "rescue". What could they try against the likes of him?]

What's wrong? You seem quite nervous.

Is it my face?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

No.

[Although that is pretty gross too.]

Is there any reason you're still talking to me instead of "helping" your friend?

[colonelcrotchgrab]

I am growing quite fond of your... [A rolling headjerk] company.

Ivan is not too fond of your kind, but I am affectionate for the both of us.

[As much as that can be for something measurable only on an atomic scale.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[And suddenly, IVAN! He addressed Volgin semi-formally, as he was supposed to in the presence of others. Trying his best not to sound accusing, but neutral, his intent was still obvious.]

Colonel...who are you talking to?

[He leaned to the side, peering at this...woman who'd been spending far too long talking to his Yevgeny.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Woah, she was too busy being afraid of the larger man to notice the smaller one approaching. Now that she saw his face... he didn't look that much like Jack. The resemblance was still uncanny.]

[She didn't say anything though, just looking back and forth between Ivan and Volgin.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Volgin rolled his eyes with his head as he looked back the toiling Raikov. The expression became a flash of one of his usual smirks.

He still called to the smaller Russian in English:]

Only a little lady friend. Maybe you should hurry up before I offer her the privilege of my full and undivided attention?

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Just to exclude Rose as much as he could he went on in Russian, expression rather grim.]

The running machine timed out. I don't know how you expect us to get anything done by wasting time with idiotic women.