Nikolai gently knocks at your front door, his hands trembling too much to do anything else. He sniffles softly, his eyes droopy, his nose rosy red as it slowly dribbles snot. He was shivering as he stood there, his overcoat being more hole than fabric at this point. It was snowing hard and he had no where else to go. The young man speaks softly.

“Excuse me..? Is anyone home! I’m sorry, please may I come in. It’s freezing out and I don’t have much on.”

Nikolai calls through the door.