Ye-Ye-Yevgeny. Russia's greatest love machine.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Calm the hell down. I know you're excited. I know you're dying to play the game now but you have to wait. You told your husband you would. It's bad enough you've already spoiled yourself from that tumbling website. But you're getting way too worked up. Look at you. You're trembling for god's sake.

[BUT RAIKOV. IT'S VOLGIN. IN FOX ENGINE. NEXT GEN GRAPHICS. IN A NEW FUCKING MGS GAME.]

Yes, yes, I'm glad that he's appeared again and looks even more handsome than ever and that he's... he's finally put to rest but you don't see me running around squealing. Have some dignity.

[This coming from the bratty Major that throws himself at anyone with a dick.]

[Tch. Raikov wrinkles his nose.]

Go outside. Run some errands. Burn off that energy. Do something because you're becoming very annoying with this "fangirling." I'm sure your friends are sick of you by now. Hell, even I've never gushed like that over him. Then again, I daresay I'm not obsessed with him as you seem to be.

... Which is a tad worrisome. Hn.

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[colonel_thunderbolt]

What's this all about? [Because his mun is psyched up for what's to come in the game.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

My mun obnoxiously fawning over you, that's what, sir.

[He sighs.]

The wait to play the game is killing her. She should've avoided the fandom until she did.

[colonel_thunderbolt]

Jealous are we, Major? [There's a smirk forming over his lips.]

Nothing wrong with a bit of admiration, is there? My mundane is already enjoying the game it seems and seems to want to await these special moments as he calls it.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Why would I be jealous? I'm more creeped out than anything, honestly. She's not me, I'm not her. I just unfortunately happen to live in her head.

[Huff.]

At least yours is acting rationally.

[colonel_thunderbolt]

I find it....touching that you feel this way, Major. Mine acting rationally? [He chuckled deeply at that.]

He's fawning over the new Miller and Ocelot. Pathetic, really.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Ah... Y-your welcome, Colonel.

[Hearing sweet phrases like that from Volgin always throws him off guard. But he still loves it.]

Miller I can understand but Ocelot... has not aged well. What the hell happened to his facial structure? It like... changed completely.

[likemy_sunglasses]

[Oh God. Aren't you supposed to be dead? Or something.]

Sometimes our mundanes can act stupidly over such little things.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Probably locked up in a CIA prison in America, honestly.]

You'd think after 7 years, I'd be used to this. But somehow she never ceases to amaze me.

[likemy_sunglasses]

She's had you for seven years? That's quite an achievement. [He's heard about you and your colonel back when Boss was a newbie.]

Major Raikov, isn't it?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Yep. I don't know how I've survived this long.

[He crosses his arms, smirking a bit.]

You are correct. I've already met you before - well, a different you... You're looking worse for wear, Kaz.

[likemy_sunglasses]

[Kaz narrowed his eyes at Raikov's words. How come he knew so much about him? He wasn't even there at the Virtuous Mission.]

Interesting. I've never met you before in any shape or form, yet you are what I expected. [The pretty Russian soldier.] You could say that. [He gritted his teeth and bit back harsh words.]

Cipher did this to me.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[His smirk widens into a grin.]

Can't say I've ever heard of "Cipher." But what were you expecting with me?

[Nice, Raikov. Don't care that Kaz is all beat up and shit. Just squeeze compliments(?) out of him.]

guess who's not jealous

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I quite agree. There's no reason to get so worked up about that man whatsoever.

<3

[majorcrotchgrab]

Well, now I wouldn't say no reason...

[whitehairedprettyboy]

No reason.

...He's not that much more attractive.

[majorcrotchgrab]

So you say.

He appears younger. Smoother. ...I rather like it.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Yes, well, we can't all be lucky enough to have state-of-the-art graphics, can we?

[ Someone's a little bitter that his canon ended 10 years ago. ]

[phantom_boss]

Dignity? In these people? You oughtta know better than that, Raikov.

[He puffs on his e-cigar]

Hell, my mundane's had himself spoiled for weeks about most of what happens. Though he found me to obsess over, instead of Volgin.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Never hurts to rub it in their faces.

[He pauses for a moment.]

... What the hell's wrong with your voice?

[phantom_boss]

Not sure I agree with that, but whatever works for you.

[Cough cough goes the coma victim.]

Mission in Cuba went sideways. Spent nine years in a coma. Not the Snake I used to be.

[As if the glint of metal coming from above his right eye wasn't proof enough of that.]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Mn.

[While it never works, he still enjoys it.]

I can see that. Guess the lack of smoking made your voice soften. Somehow.

... Must be nice being a main character.

[cardboard_boss]

You're still around? Hngh. [He'll be puffing away on his e-cigar and watching you with caution. He doesn't want to have the butt of a Makarov in his face.]

You sound like you're jealous of what your writer thinks.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Yes, I'm still around. And why the hell would I be jealous?

[cardboard_boss]

You just seem overly jealous at your writer fawning over your lover.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I'm not. I just find her annoying.