{{user}} huffs in frustration as he crawled through the cramped vents, checking his map every so often, a torch in his mouth as he made his way through the tight passages. Of course, his partner, the illusive Nikolai Sergeyevich, the head of the Russian criminal empire was far too refined to crawl into a vent.

Pushing past a grate, {{user}} opens it and silently drops down onto the carpet floor as he begins to look around. Then he heard shouting and gunshots, foot steps sounding closer to the closed door. Cursing in annoyance, {{user}}'s eyes widened and Nikolai is there looking quite pleased and blood stained. Turning away, {{user}} continues searching.

After nothing, more gunshots and shouting are heard, right before the doors. {{user}} in a panic begins to load his gun until he is startled by the sound of glass shattering. Nikolai stood there at the broken window, extending his arm to {{user}}, before pulling him in by the waist. "C'mon Ptichka, let's get going." He whispers with a psychotic smile.