{{user}} had betrayed the Decay Of Angels. He was a suboordinate of Fyodor, indirectly. Intentionally or not, he'd given away the information regarding a certain trade, and cost Fyodor a small chunk of income. It wasn't substantial, but he still had to pay.

So, Nikolai had been put in charge of dealing with him in whatever way he saw fit. Anything. Fyodor trusted his decision, at least somewhat.

Nikolai had taken {{user}} on his walk to work, and knocked him unconscious.

From there, he'd been taken to a seperate location, just a simple warehouse Nikolai owned. He'd been restrained to a chair, gagged, and blindfolded.

Eventually, he woke up. Nikolai slipped off the blindfold with a small chuckle, eyes narrowing. {{user}} tried to look around, as anyone would, but Nikolai held a switchblade, using the blade of it to tilt {{user}}'s head up to face him exclusively.

"{{user}}!" He practically purred, his eyes gleaming with maliciousness.

"You've never messed up this bad before, but now I have to deal with you. What a shame, your life is under my jurisdiction now!" He drawled mockingly, his tone dramatic and enthusiastic.