THAT SNEAKY GAY BASTARD

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Arbitrarily updated CR chart. Only includes recent or fairly active CR.

musthatefrogs - Volgin, and a slightly unusual one at that. This one's been to another Nexus-like universe, where he had another Ivan. This Ivan is extremely jealous and trying his damnedest to keep him all for himself, even after being initially heart broken by the giant seemingly ditching him one night for several real-time months. When he came back there was a lot of arguing, but Ivan gave in. Now, after being injured Volgin is kind of like a personal cook and nurse. Eventually they moved into a new apartment after Volgin lost an eye and they and have grown closer since. Jealousy has shrunken to near nonexistence for Ivan, but being Volgin and Raikov, there are still plenty of road bumps.

In summary, lovers who argue a lot, are selfish bastards, but still care.

butthurtsleeper - A male EVA Ivan recruited as secretary during his "take over" on the intercom. EVA's milking Ivan for information while Ivan's just trying to milk him for sex. Spoilers: They're both winners. Ivan's abused EVA's alias "Toby" quite a bit when he had electric powers. Now, after the Cry Wolf event, he noticed a similiar scar they share and has gotten suspicious.

He see's Toby's meekness making him a disposable person only worth his time because of looks. EVA had a bit more headbutt to him and he enjoys that, especially because it pisses him off just a little bit.

fancy_shooting There is literally nobody he loathes more than an Ocelot. Annoyingly enough to him, he had to work with this one during Cry Wolf.

gameboy_sniper - One of the first people he met in the Nexus. Ivan likes to tease him and constantly try to worm his way into his pants, although the latter never works. When it comes down it though, he does have a strong appreciation for Pierre and values him as a comrade. Pierre's notably been there to save Ivan's ass when a Raiden attacked him.

neurotic_insect - A very skinny psychic who he first met when forced into a blind date. Both Russian, they have a bit in common. Ivan doesn't mind talking to him or his company. Has also helped save his ass. Ivan loathes him because he tries to proclaim himself better than him, and has threatened him on a few occasions--but never came through.

[Roughly three weeks after this happened.]

[Ivan, for the most part, had forgotten about the whole marriage thing after Volgin hadn't brought it up the next morning. Maybe it entered his thoughts a day or two later, but that was about the extent of his afterthoughts on it.

So with that pushed out of his mind, life went along as usual. Volgin was in the other room, and Ivan had grown bored as he lay sprawled across the bed. As far as boredom in beds go, well, his solution was the same as always:

Ivan dipped a hand down the front of his pants and began to fondle himself.]

[Ivan had taken today to sleep in. Curled up in his and Volgin's massive bed, barely noticeable under the lumps of sheets if not for that silvery-blonde head peeking out as a dead give away.]

[Nestled against his chest lay Galina, peacefully snoozing much like her master.]

[All-in-all...it was a completely average, uneventful day.]

[Unlike his other presentation where Ivan's face was just a projection on a screen, the wolves get to meet him face-to-face on his ridiculous throne.]

Okay, wolves. [A snort.] What a pathetic two you are.

[A sigh, as if accepting their uselessness.] What's your plan of attack?

[After moving near the beginning of August after Volgin had his eye torn out, things had relatively settled in the new apartment. Ivan, begrudgingly, admitted it was theirs and not just his, and Volgin had found a new bed.

Now a few weeks later, Galina was still sharing her bed with Ivan while Volgin lay in the next room over. Raikov saw no issue with it, appreciating his privacy after their occasional roaming of the Nexus together. (Other times they would wander off separately of course, but plenty was spent with one or the other in tow.)

In any case Volgin cooked, Ivan amateurishly cooked (only for himself; Volgin wouldn't touch it), a bit of cleaning was done by both, and Galina happily mopped the floor with her tongue.

And so goes on another day, Ivan at the edge of his seat as he was sucked into a movie full of gratuitous explosions.]

[Ivan leaned in close to the mirror, eyeballing the cut across his face. He ran a gloved finger over it with a frown, noting that it yes, it had re-closed since its re-opening from his borrowed electric powers.]

[But now it was red and angry, slightly swelled above the surface. All together, hideous. Not to mention the sword wounds all over his arm and some on his chest that had suffered the same gruesome reanimation. Luckily those could be covered, kept hidden and neat.]

[Ivan curled and uncurled the fingers on his cybernetic hand, metal and joints creaking. A glove was pulled over it with slight resistance, and then he headed out the door.]

[An entire day spent wandering the Nexus, and all he had to show for it was a full belly and some ammo. Outside rooms were a bore. Effect rooms were to be avoided. His "secretary" was not around right now for casual encounters.]

[There were no other interests that day; nobody to take out his annoyance on of his again marred face. But there was Volgin, back at his apartment that he was now approaching. Volgin, on the couch as usual, acting like a-]

Lazy old man.

[Today was the day. Ivan was determinded. He swung open the door to his room and announced, hands on hips and loud enough for the neighbors to hear.]

YEVGENY! WE'RE MOVING!

[Oh, guess there was no reason to yell though; he was right on the couch.]

Hey, we're moving.

[After this and this.]

Your eye--Volgin, we have to get you to the doctor. Look at you, you're limping!

[Raikov, tried to get in front of the giant, to stop him from just walking aimlessly down the hall. The doctor was in the opposite direction!]

[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?

Except even Ivan didn't have it in him to boss people around today. He woke up on occasion and then he would fall back asleep. Though he might stay awake for a few hours at a time now, it still wasn't much; the medicine knocked him out and the pain took away his motivation.

Anyway, it all lead up to one gut-wrenching factor:]

Where's Galina...?