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]

[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.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[Puff. In Russian:] Couldn't you set it yourself? It's not hard.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Rose inched to the side, hoping that Volgin would turn his attention to Raikov. She might be able to slip past him then.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

I want to do something else now.

[He wanted to get Volgin away from that woman.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

No, you haven't ran long enough.

[And some angels somewhere sang for Rose: Volgin was no longer blocking her way, storming to Raikov to go begrudgingly fiddle with the treadmill.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[That's her chance! Quietly, she took a few steps towards the door, waiting for Volgin to turn back around. When he didn't she went a little faster heading right on out that door. Once in the hall she took off at a full run, not waiting anyone to be chasing her once Volgin discovered she was gone.]]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

...

[A grumble, Ivan nearly rolled his eyes at the larger man as he stepped aside, allowing him to fiddle as he please.

Oh well, at least he'd gotten Volgin away from that vile woman who threatened to steal him.]

[colonelcrotchgrab]

[And the treadmill squeaks to life, and unfortunately for Raikov, he's off to work again.

Unfortunately for Volgin, a woman has responded appropriately to his suave ways and has made fire-trails to the exit. Yep, gone is as gone does and gone away.

He sets the speed a little higher on Raikov's treadmill out of spite.]