[Roughly three weeks after this happened.[Ivan, for the most part, had forgotten about the whole marriage thing after Volgin hadn't brought it up the next morning. Maybe it entered his thoughts a day or two later, but that was about the extent of his afterthoughts on it ( Read more... )

[Ivan had taken today to sleep in. Curled up in his and Volgin's massive bed, barely noticeable under the lumps of sheets if not for that silvery-blonde head peeking out as a dead give away.]

[Nestled against his chest lay Galina, peacefully snoozing much like her master.]

[All-in-all...it was a completely average, uneventful day.]

[Unlike his other presentation where Ivan's face was just a projection on a screen, the wolves get to meet him face-to-face on his ridiculous throne.]

Okay, wolves. [A snort.] What a pathetic two you are.

[A sigh, as if accepting their uselessness.] What's your plan of attack?

[After moving near the beginning of August after Volgin had his eye torn out, things had relatively settled in the new apartment. Ivan, begrudgingly, admitted it was theirs and not just his, and Volgin had found a new bed ( Read more... )

[Ivan leaned in close to the mirror, eyeballing the cut across his face. He ran a gloved finger over it with a frown, noting that it yes, it had re-closed since its re-opening from his borrowed electric powers ( Read more... )

[Today was the day. Ivan was determinded. He swung open the door to his room and announced, hands on hips and loud enough for the neighbors to hear.]

YEVGENY! WE'RE MOVING!

[Oh, guess there was no reason to yell though; he was right on the couch.]

Hey, we're moving.

[After this and this.]

Your eye--Volgin, we have to get you to the doctor. Look at you, you're limping!

[Raikov, tried to get in front of the giant, to stop him from just walking aimlessly down the hall. The doctor was in the opposite direction!]

[Ivan was allowed to move back into his apartment now, though it seemed a dubious decision considering he could barely take care of his own wounds. That's what boyfriends and colleagues were for though, right ( Read more... )

Well Ivan certainly didn't remember leaving the door to his apartment wide open, just beckoning squatters to come shit on his carpet--or even worse, eat his foodNot that they weren't all squatters here anyway. Ivan crouched down near the door frame, pulling out his tranquilizer gun. He peered over the threshold, and took a chance, hoping his dog ( Read more... )

[Ivan was relaxing in one of the outdoor rooms. The sun shining, a cool breeze blowing through his hair. A stash of snackcakes by his side...

...and a sniper positioned on an adjacent cliffside several hundred feet away.]