fissionmailed | 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.))

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[Volgin liked this.

He was liking this a lot, as a matter of fact. Enough that he might be trying to grope around a bit too much with all the abuses of his (former) authority in overwhelming admiration for this lovely, toned body. Not a single bit of pinchable unnecessary fat.

So perfect and snowy.

Other, quite obvious thoughts rolling right on by in his mental processes aside, he pulled away.]

You've been keeping form.

[Raikov held his breath at that, not moving. He simply allowed it - and why wouldn't he? It was the Colonel, after all. It wasn't as if Ivan was going to mind.]

Did you expect otherwise, Colonel?

[Frankly, if Ivan Raikov had discovered an inch of fat on his body he would probably have screamed.]

[If only Volgin were aware of that fact. That was how things should be.

His tone darkened:]

I have been encountering otherwise, Major.

Really? [That explains the harried look on the other Raikov's face.]

I can hardly see why, unless they've been idle here for far too long. But... [He hesitates.] I can't imagine what they're thinking. Ruining such a perfect body?

[Narcissistic? Yes.]

[Narcissism that Volgin quite adores. ~~Now go punch a soldier in the face.~~]

It's beyond my understanding, but I am finding the true meaning of why I found the Nexus in the first place.

Major, I must task you with something quite pressing.

[See if this works: Volgin maintained his authoritative air, easily carrying himself on his old Colonel-rank even with the sweater and boring brown trousers.]

[He fumbled for a moment, figuring out his wording:] How many others... of you live here?

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~~[HELL YEAH, NEEDLESS VIOLENCE!]~~

Colonel, I must beg forgiveness. The one you accompanied here is the first one I've seen here myself.

[Raikov's reply comes easily and honestly. He has absolutely no idea where the others are.]

[Grunt. Volgin knows Raikov, or whatever Raikov he had first recruited to his unit decades ago, enough that he could pick out a lie from the silver-haired Soviet ~~but really that can't be saying much~~.]

How long have you been here, Major?

A couple of weeks. Not long at all, really. [He salutes, a little more playfully this time.]

Do you want me to go on a "Raikov hunt", Colonel? I can take a roll call of the ones I find.

[And probably get electrocuted by the one that's actually Volgin. :D]

[Volgin's smirk is approving with an upwards turn of his head, his own sort reciprocation of the gesture towards a man (... class of men?) worthy of it.]

Smart boy.

Yes, I am tasking you with taking inventory on your other selves. I would like a detailed report of them.

[A pause. Grunt.]

And their work habits, if applicable.

[Just wait until he discovers that... interesting "Raikov".]

Sir, I will make it a priority!

[He smiled brightly, pleased by the compliment. Approval from the Colonel was always something to treasure. And disapproval had to be avoided. At any cost.]

Very well, you're dismissed.

[He was debating if he should part with a crotchgrab. But, the larger Soviet gave his Major a nod and a rare warmer smirk before turning away, his strides betraying his casual attire as he returned to his business with the other Raikov.

He decided that a good groping was best earned, and this eager-to-please creature would not be disappointing him.

And he would soon learn of the others, an even greater peak. There better have been more like this one.]

BIG SWEATY GYM TIMES/TORTURE

UM WELL I CAN SEE YOUR POINT BUT YOU'RE QUITE DELICIOUS

I SHOULD HOPE SO. UNLESS YOU WERE JUST PAYING LIP SERVICE.

BUT YOU'RE NOT JUMPING IN THE KOV BLENDER :<

...OH, FINE. IT BETTER NOT HURT FOR LONG, MISTER.

WELL: BBBBBBBBBBBRNRNNNNBRNBRNKNRKNKRNK

/RAIKOV SMOOTHIE

OH BOY TASTES LIKE FAIRIES AND GAY

THE BEST KIND OF SMOOTHIE

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