[Volgin was running low on cigars now (two left! Two!). Frustration with being kept in a box and waiting to be slaughtered like patient cattle with his lover seduced by the funding of another, well... had him smoking almost constantly, and he literally had burned through his supply.

A day!

His indulged vice aside, he would describe this Liquid Snake as one of his better company, so far.

Nevermind that the last actual challenge he had cost him his life.]

Good boy.

[A puff of smoke.]

I had someone tell me once: If he's begging to live, you're not breaking him enough.

He was a good man. Knew his trade well.