Undercover missions weren’t his forte. The Boss might’ve demanded it, sure, but that didn’t mean he liked it. Volgin had to play the part of a college professor, a chemistry one at that. He heard the whispers of the students, but that didn’t bother him. What bothered him was the fact he was wasting his time in a college campus.

He sat at his desk, it was a mixed day, and everyone preferred to do their work from home. It was the 60’s, hell, he’d rather take all his paper home and do it from the comfort of the apartment that had been paid off for him during the mission time. He tapped the pen against the desk, resting a gloved hand on his cheek.

It was too mundane. Sure, he could go around and electrocute students in passing, or maybe shoot the lights out, but The Boss would have his ass on a stick if he did. Damnit. He sat and began to work.