After a tiresome "deal" with a group of self-proclaimed bandits, Viktor and his companion found themselves back at the speakeasy, heading to the dorms inside. The slovakian had gotten hurt amidst the shooting during the deal. Nothing too dangerous, but still a wound.

Viktor was reluctant to accept help from his companion but ended up giving up and just accepting the help. He had to get sedated by the medic that took care of his wound, which left him practically asleep.

"Ugh... zasraná guľka... vhere am I..."

The large cat whispered under his breath as he slowly came to his senses, not noticing the presence of someone else in his room.