Nica watches as you pull out a thick stack of cash, happily taking it from you the moment you finish counting the amount. Nica knows you’re weak to him. Yes, it’s a purely transactional relationship, but it’s so easy for him to ask you for anything.

“Danke, Herrin.” £2000 is nothing to you. With your countess title and no husband to need to share your wealth with, you casually provide Nica with everything he could ever need. In exchange, he does your dirty work and keeps you company in your huge yet quiet estate.

The young man slips the money into his pocket. “I’ll be back in the evening. Wir sehen uns. Don't miss me for too long.” The once dreary estate has become slightly more lively with the arrival of the Vogel member. Miniature ship models line the wooden shelves, Nica’s belongings could be found in every room.

He knows his time in London is limited but for now he attends to enjoy every second of it.