FISSIONMAILED: Nuclear Winter

[volginswaifu]

[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

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[musthatefrogs]

I let her outside

[volginswaifu]

You can't just...let her out, what if she runs off?

[Which was his exact fear--Galina running off and not coming back. He'd grown quite attached to her. Enough to prop himself up in worry on his good elbow.]

Go find her... [But he still didn't have the strength to truly demand anything, and with another sigh he let his head hit the pillow again, miserable.]

[musthatefrogs]

[Raikov was not getting up anyway. Regardless of what he did, the motions of rising had Volgin placing a firm hand on his chest, urging him back down.]

I'm going to find her. You stay put.

[Volgin had forgotten that very likely, the dog was not trained like his own hounds had been and would not be coming back when sent out. A reminder of his world came to him, then: Without his money, he would be settling for dogs far from the purest bloodlines and wasting his time with the gamble of training the beasts himself.

Great.

He walked away from the younger Russian to the door, hardly thrilled with the task of tracking down an energetic husky.]

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan had tried to train her, but the farthest he had gotten was to teach her to follow him under most circumstances, and to "attack" on command. She never did attack though, but sometimes she'd actually manage a growl before suckering up for pets.]

You better... [He mumbled, closing his heavy eyes.]

[Meanwhile, Galina was running around the Nexus like, well, a dog without a leash.]