"I know," Volgin said. "But I'll make it up to you."
Alexei's touch, his scent, his rich voice - all of it felt so achingly familiar that Volgin couldn't believe they'd been apart for so long. Four years. It had been a lifetime.
He thought back to the night Alexei had come back to him, again disbelieving it had only been two nights ago. It seemed like much longer, though perhaps that was because he'd spent much of the time since in thought, daydreaming idly, and then not so idly, about what it would be like to have Alexei back in his life.
Volgin let his eyes close again.
He started to talk, seeing the future play out in his mind's eye, the same way it did when he thought about his subjugation of the West. Volgin had heard once, that in order to achieve his dreams, all a man had to do was imagine his success, to visualize it in his head, and he could make it be so through force of will alone.
It had worked well for him so far.
"I want Groznyj Grad to be more than just a remote fortress out here in the Urals, Alyosha. I want it to be...a training academy, of sorts. We'll take the best and brightest from everywhere and bring them here to be trained by the best. That's you. That's Ocelot. That's the Boss, and the Cobras. We'll train them, then we'll keep the very best of those, and they'll become part of our army."
It would be like a family, Volgin thought, and the kind of loyalty that would grow among them would be just like the legendary Cobra Unit.
He could see that image too, Alexei surrounded by a group of alert, inquisitive trainees, utterly in his element. It had always seemed to Volgin that Alexei found instruction very fulfilling. Volgin had always found it a joy to watch Alexei with his students.
Volgin let out a soft sigh.
"What do you think? Would you like that, Alyosha?"
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Date: 2007-08-21 04:39 am (UTC)Alexei's touch, his scent, his rich voice - all of it felt so achingly familiar that Volgin couldn't believe they'd been apart for so long. Four years. It had been a lifetime.
He thought back to the night Alexei had come back to him, again disbelieving it had only been two nights ago. It seemed like much longer, though perhaps that was because he'd spent much of the time since in thought, daydreaming idly, and then not so idly, about what it would be like to have Alexei back in his life.
Volgin let his eyes close again.
He started to talk, seeing the future play out in his mind's eye, the same way it did when he thought about his subjugation of the West. Volgin had heard once, that in order to achieve his dreams, all a man had to do was imagine his success, to visualize it in his head, and he could make it be so through force of will alone.
It had worked well for him so far.
"I want Groznyj Grad to be more than just a remote fortress out here in the Urals, Alyosha. I want it to be...a training academy, of sorts. We'll take the best and brightest from everywhere and bring them here to be trained by the best. That's you. That's Ocelot. That's the Boss, and the Cobras. We'll train them, then we'll keep the very best of those, and they'll become part of our army."
It would be like a family, Volgin thought, and the kind of loyalty that would grow among them would be just like the legendary Cobra Unit.
He could see that image too, Alexei surrounded by a group of alert, inquisitive trainees, utterly in his element. It had always seemed to Volgin that Alexei found instruction very fulfilling. Volgin had always found it a joy to watch Alexei with his students.
Volgin let out a soft sigh.
"What do you think? Would you like that, Alyosha?"