"Well, they're your men, Adamska. You would know, wouldn't you?"
He had heard the rumors about Ocelot and his men, how Ocelot required them to service him. It was Ivan that had mentioned it to him, actually, and at the time, Volgin had been surprised but grudgingly impressed at the young Major's ruthlessness.
It was a good trait. Ocelot would go far with that kind of mercenary attitude.
Volgin had once been the same way, before he'd consolidated his power and found that blind, unswerving loyalty and devotion didn't really interest him anymore.
And then he'd met Ivan, who was beautiful and cruel and completely unafraid. An insolent young captain who looked him in the eye and stared openly at his scars, then drew his gaze down Volgin's body unabashedly.
Volgin had never been in love before that; he simply didn't have the time or the inclination.
But Ivan Raikov had blindsided him completely then, and now, well, Volgin wasn't complaining.
He smirked. "Though, you're right, of course," he told Ocelot. "I'm sure you won't be pleased if all of Flame Patrol manages to report here before Ocelot Unit."
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"Well, they're your men, Adamska. You would know, wouldn't you?"
He had heard the rumors about Ocelot and his men, how Ocelot required them to service him. It was Ivan that had mentioned it to him, actually, and at the time, Volgin had been surprised but grudgingly impressed at the young Major's ruthlessness.
It was a good trait. Ocelot would go far with that kind of mercenary attitude.
Volgin had once been the same way, before he'd consolidated his power and found that blind, unswerving loyalty and devotion didn't really interest him anymore.
And then he'd met Ivan, who was beautiful and cruel and completely unafraid. An insolent young captain who looked him in the eye and stared openly at his scars, then drew his gaze down Volgin's body unabashedly.
Volgin had never been in love before that; he simply didn't have the time or the inclination.
But Ivan Raikov had blindsided him completely then, and now, well, Volgin wasn't complaining.
He smirked. "Though, you're right, of course," he told Ocelot. "I'm sure you won't be pleased if all of Flame Patrol manages to report here before Ocelot Unit."