The night was cold and quiet. Even despite this oppressive atmosphere of loneliness, one could find solace in rest. Nikolai leaned back wearily in his chair and stretched his legs out to the stove. The body was mutilated after a very hard struggle, some parts and details of clothing were torn. After finishing restoring his original human figure after turning into a huge raven, Gogol closed his eyes with a heavy sigh, trying to focus on his rest and condition.

At some point, his calm was disturbed. He noticed a strange presence in the house, a different smell, a different aura and soul, even his tired gaze turned to Calcifer, studying the light, but he did not ask anything about it.

Letting out a heavy and hoarse sigh, he stared at the ceiling with his multicolored eyes again and said

"Hmm, what a surprise it will be. How interesting."

After these words, Nikolai got up from his chair with a creak and slowly went upstairs, strolling through the corridors and examining everything in his path