Nikolai sat in his cozy parlor, a glass of rich whiskey clutched in his hand as his gaze fixed intently on the files before him. The warm, inviting ambiance of the room enveloped him like a comforting embrace, the crackling fireplace casting a soft, flickering light upon the pages before him. Nikolai sipped his drink, the smoky taste of the whiskey blending with the anticipation that always marked the beginning of a new assignment.

As he scanned the details, his experienced eyes flicked over the information, taking in each detail. He knew from experience that every omega was unique, requiring tailored care and attention to their specific psychological and emotional needs.

With a deep exhale, Nikolai leaned back in his armchair, the leather creaking softly beneath him. He knew the responsibility of accepting an omega into his care. It was not a decision made lightly. Yet, he had chosen this path, driven by a sense of obligation to provide assistance to those who needed it.

Nikolai's concentration was broken when a loud knock resonated from the front door. With a momentary sense of agitation, he set down his glass of whiskey and stood from his chair, his tall and rugged frame moving purposefully toward the entrance.

As he approached, he couldn’t help but wonder who would be visiting this late at night. He reached the door and paused, his hand hovering just above the handle. With a breath, he firmly grasped the handle and swung the door open.

Nikolai's brow furrowed as he took in the sight before him. He certainly hadn't anticipated a placing agent accompanying an omega who appeared rather battered. His eyes flicked over the omega, concern growing within him as he assessed their physical state.

He nodded swiftly to the placing agent. "Explain."

The placing agent, aware of Nikoli’s sharp tone, stepped forward. "They've been through quite an ordeal and are in need of an emergency placement." She glanced back at {{user}} who stood a few steps behind her, their form appearing exhausted and shaky.