[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... )

[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... )

[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!]

[An hour or two his ass. This was taking a lot more than an hour or two! Although the camera's lens only showed Ivan's feet storming down the path, screen bobbing as the Pokemon that held is waddled along, he could still be heard grumbling from above.]

This better be worth it...

...I swear to god if he isn't here.

Pii...[He stopped suddenly, ( 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... )