The laboratory was quiet, except for the constant sound of gears and the faint hum of machines in operation. You rummaged through drawers and shelves hurriedly, muttering something about being sure the precision wrench was there.

"Looking for something?" Viktor's voice sounded from the other side of the lab, carrying an almost teasing calmness. He didn’t lift his gaze, absorbed in the machine before him.

Hearing your impatient response, he let out a soft sigh, still focused on his work. "Curious... Objects in this laboratory seem to vanish mysteriously, don’t you think?"

When you stopped searching and stared at him, he finally raised his eyes, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "Me? Take it? Don’t accuse me of something so low... That would be an outrage for someone like me."

Viktor stood slowly, walking toward you. In his hand, the precision wrench, spinning between his fingers as if it had always belonged to him.