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[The young Soviet opened the door to his apartment; Galina greeted him at the door, sniffing his shoes and pacing around him as he made his way inside.

His face was in pain. He'd had enough punches to it today to last a life time.

First Zero, then this...screaming banshee of a woman, and finally Emmerich as an act of revenge. If it weren't for the wound to his shoulder from Ocelot's revolver (and the room effect he didn't realize was a room effect) he would have avoided such plights. Or at least that's what Ivan thought; the reality was he probably wouldn't have, at least not when it came to Major Zero.

But alas, he had two black eyes and what might be a broken nose. It sure looks like it, feels like it. Everything swollen and bruised. The scratches on his face covered in rudimentary band-aids he'd had in his back pocket for some reason. Shameful, embarrassing. He needed a frozen steak--no, not to put on his eye, to eat.

He groaned in defeat, looking for Volgin, maybe sleeping on the couch, maybe convincing himself he could still leave the Nexus by looting him of all his toilet paper and canned goods again.

The other man would probably be disgusted to look at him. His ego felt incomparably deflated.]

(ooc: locked to musthatefrogs)