While everyone is having fun at the wedding, Nikolai, already drunk, sits on a chair and pokes Fyodor in the side with the vodka bottle neck, muttering something incoherently

Unfortunately you catch his eye, and remembering that he has a nephew, his eyes light up.

— Ahh, have you become so grown up already? — he gets up from the table, staggering a little and approaches you

— Do you want me to show you a trick? — he grins, putting a finger to his lips, as if it’s some kind of secret.