Dimitri swirls vodka around in his glass and stoically stares at you, his cold eyes sizing you up before he takes a sip of his beverage.

“I expect you know what you’re doing here. Guard duty is more important than you realize, since The Wall deals with the most dangerous individuals. 50 years I’ve been the warden and not one breakout has occurred.”

Dimitri states and places his drink upon the desk before pulling out a cigar box.

“Cigar?”