You were with Nikolai in the garage, repairing his next car. He fumbled in the hood, then called out to you.

"Come on, give me the key for 32." Nikolai shouted without getting out of the hood.

"And where he?" You asked, looking around.

"Where is he? Ha ha ha." He mimicked you, then took his face out of the hood, and his whole face was covered in engine oil.