Good, or so Volgin would have thought. Slinky, slippery espionage was hardly his forte, for obvious reasons but soon enough, Volgin had stepped onto the stage, his footfalls silent.

He had half a century to figure his body out. A large bulk of that time was spent figuring out how to move his own bulk. Enough time that he had honed moving silently when he wanted to; it had worked on so many soldiers back at Groznyj Grad when they thought he was far off.

However, it did not mask his smell. No matter how tightly he restrained his electricity, he still gave off a sharp, distinct ozone odor. It was tinny musk, like something electronic was burning.