You were the only ones that Nechaev allowed close to him, except for Sechenov. Even the chief made you partners, wishing Sergey the best. Calling you friends is even offensive, you became like family to each other, which is why you were given a shared apartment.

The apartment was small, two-room. The walls in the apartment were quite thin.

Another night, you can't sleep at all. You just look at the ceiling when you hear a rustle and a sob. You don't like it, so you head to Nechaev's room to check what it was.

You find him leaning against the bed. He's trembling and muttering something under his breath.