Евгений Борисович Волгин (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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fissionmailed2011-01-15 06:39 pm
colonelcrotchgrab) wrote in fissionmailed2011-01-15 06:39 pm
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BIG SWEATY GYM TIMES/TORTURE
[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.))
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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Soon enough, Jack felt a presence approaching him. There was no delay in it either; he was going to be grabbed as casually and swiftly as Volgin was walking over there, right off that treadmill.]
i just... fell off the face of the internet for like 2 days sorry i'm late 8|
Wh- hey! Let go!
[Too bad Jack isn't strong enough to pry Volgin off him.
If he was cyborg, sure]It's coo'! I needed a break too. :'D All the backtags~
Volgin is pretty harsh through the whole ordeal. Just a specimen!]
Ivan. Look here.
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Ohhh...beautiful, ah. Is he coming back...[Huff]...home?
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[He tries again to get away, but... goddamn, Volgin. You are beefy.]
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... As a gloved hand goes down to slide up that shirt and harshly pinch at his current captive's stomach, probing for fat and skin that should not be there.]
Look at this, Ivan...
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He was completely missing the point.]
Beautiful...
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Okay, are we done gawking at my stomach yet?
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Beautiful, my dearest Ivan, because it is free of fat.
Do you see any fat on this lovely boy?
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His face isn't that great. [He lied.]
A beautiful body is useless...[He huffs again.]...without a nice face.
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[D: ARE YOU CALLING HIM UGLY]
[OH BITCH]
[BITCH THAT CUT DEEPLY]
[FOREVER SCARRED]
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[Bitch.]
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[The Raiden in Volgin's grip is haphazardly tossed aside, like a plaything.]
/finally remembers to use this icon
Either way it worked since he's running proficiently again. He was an athlete after all. It wouldn't take him long to get back into tip-top shape.]