Briefly, he considered branding his anger in black scorch marks across the door, but the impulse was short-lived. He knew if he actually thought about doing it, he wouldn't. To Volgin, there was something very trite about planned outbursts of violence. It cheapened the outcome, somehow.
He eyed the door balefully instead. It wasn't that he was angry at the door, or the office, or anything inside. It was just that he'd expected Ivan to be here, and he wasn't. Volgin could have used a dose of normalcy right about now. There was just something about seeing all of your plans finally come to fruition that was...unsettling. In spite of how much he wanted it.
Volgin was not a man who hesitated. Not when there was something he wanted. He hadn't hesitated when he'd seized the Legacy. He hadn't hesitated when he'd gone after Ivan. Or the Shagohod. Or anything else, for that matter.
He wasn't hesitating now.
He just...needed grounding. There were some days when it felt like Ivan was one of the few things that helped keep him sane.
Volgin turned as he heard someone call him. It actually took him a moment to realize who it was. What the man probably wanted followed shortly thereafter.
Damn Krauss, anyway, Volgin thought, but smoothed the scowl from his expression.
"Fury," he said, formally, with a nod of his head. He couldn't recall if the Fury actually had a rank or not; he'd read the dossier, but it hardly seemed important - or appropriate - now. The Fury was the Fury. Nothing else needed to be said.
He paused. "No, it's not a bad time. What is it that you need?"
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Date: 2006-11-21 08:12 pm (UTC)Briefly, he considered branding his anger in black scorch marks across the door, but the impulse was short-lived. He knew if he actually thought about doing it, he wouldn't. To Volgin, there was something very trite about planned outbursts of violence. It cheapened the outcome, somehow.
He eyed the door balefully instead. It wasn't that he was angry at the door, or the office, or anything inside. It was just that he'd expected Ivan to be here, and he wasn't. Volgin could have used a dose of normalcy right about now. There was just something about seeing all of your plans finally come to fruition that was...unsettling. In spite of how much he wanted it.
Volgin was not a man who hesitated. Not when there was something he wanted. He hadn't hesitated when he'd seized the Legacy. He hadn't hesitated when he'd gone after Ivan. Or the Shagohod. Or anything else, for that matter.
He wasn't hesitating now.
He just...needed grounding. There were some days when it felt like Ivan was one of the few things that helped keep him sane.
Volgin turned as he heard someone call him. It actually took him a moment to realize who it was. What the man probably wanted followed shortly thereafter.
Damn Krauss, anyway, Volgin thought, but smoothed the scowl from his expression.
"Fury," he said, formally, with a nod of his head. He couldn't recall if the Fury actually had a rank or not; he'd read the dossier, but it hardly seemed important - or appropriate - now. The Fury was the Fury. Nothing else needed to be said.
He paused. "No, it's not a bad time. What is it that you need?"