[Ok, the acolyte is no longer interesting, Volk yells at the group they've gathered instead. He has to stand on his toes, and still can't see the ones in the back - he's a pretty short dude.]

Alright, fuck ups! Let's circle the wagons. I'm not on their side, I'm not on the other side, I'm on your side. You wanna gossip later about it while you're painting your toenails or whatever, name's Volkhov, and this is, uh -