[Indeed Volgin was. Or at least terribly embarrassed at the large can of worms he mistakenly discovered while stretching out what he could of the limited capacity of his best intentions. The honest kind. Those that did not involve heating up the Cold War or sending a soldier back to his family as a bag of red paste.

Still, this had Volgin tilting his head.]

Hn. Think of it that way, then.

The oven still needs to be checked.